Behind the double door’s Coat of Arms there is a light which separates the men
From the boys and there in the midst of all which is questionable stands Maggie
With her stained knickers down around her ankles and her nose ring glistening
Like a gold doubloon on a sandy shore or a tooth in old Captain Jacks head
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You certainly can tell wonderful and entertaining stories, time and time again. Some men, as few as they be, are still 'really men.' Read the title and now my head is hearing, 'Wake Up Maggie' by that smoky voice of Rod Stewart. Lot of poems last twenty four hours are turning to song. Soon I'll be doing 'sing speak.' twenty four/seven. marci.xo~~~~
I really wish I could come up with titles like yours. I wouldn't need to even bother writing the poem to match, I would just sit and laugh all day. t x