Edna's friend Pervy Poofy Pete is unfortunately unable to post here at Allpoetry
as there is no computer terminal in his hospice. However, I copied down this
exciting little poem he whispered hoarsely into my waiting shell-like......
There was a nice old cinema
Near to Victoria Station
And it was such a fucking laugh
For mutual masturbation.
Its name was the Biograph
But it's long gone now, dear,
And many's the pickup I made there
Both straight and raving queer.
They showed old films all day long
And they charged a bargain price;
But no one went to watch the screen -
It was the rough trade which was nice.
In you'd go and you'd wait a while
So as to acclimatise your sight
And then you'd move around a bit
To seek out your bit of all right.
Sitting next to your target lover
You'd press your knee to his'n'
And if he responded then you knew
You'd not end up in fucking prison.
Your hand would wander under coats
And then his trousers you'd unzip;
You'd caress your neighbour's hairy balls
And massage his wet penis' tip.
And soon enough he'd shoot his load
Of hot sperm all over your eager paw
And then you'd move on to someone else
As you'd always want bigger and more.
Casual sex with strangers in the dark
In the glow of the flickering screen;
Oh how the memories come flooding back
Just like an endless wet, wet dream.
Adding your comment:
good work , thank yo ufor entering and good luck in the contest with this very funny write 
Liana
