hillwalker
11-07-2010, 11:39 AM
MISS OTIS REGRETS
Miss Otis regretted her 13th martini;
forgetting to tip as she cashed in her chips.
Miss Otis regretted that Tarquin, not Tarzan,
was plumping her pillows and chewing her lips.
This Manhattan heat wave had thickened her blood
and she opened the blinds then pulled off her chemise
but her beau was put out when she laughed and suggested
they do it like dogs then got down on her knees.
She sneered at his blushes and made him draw closer
then whispered ‘I’m bored with my back to the view’
but then her remark about starch in his collar
yet none down below saw him bid swift adieu.
She dreamt of her lover in leopard-skin loin cloth,
the touch of soft fur as he tore off her shift.
She calmly surrendered, allowed him to fondle
her jungle, her swampland, her African Rift.
Miss Otis regretted no instant of passion,
replaying each whimper, each gasp and each sigh
‘til she saw through her window, its glare like a mirror,
the cold frozen pupil of King Kong’s left eye.
H
Miss Otis regretted her 13th martini;
forgetting to tip as she cashed in her chips.
Miss Otis regretted that Tarquin, not Tarzan,
was plumping her pillows and chewing her lips.
This Manhattan heat wave had thickened her blood
and she opened the blinds then pulled off her chemise
but her beau was put out when she laughed and suggested
they do it like dogs then got down on her knees.
She sneered at his blushes and made him draw closer
then whispered ‘I’m bored with my back to the view’
but then her remark about starch in his collar
yet none down below saw him bid swift adieu.
She dreamt of her lover in leopard-skin loin cloth,
the touch of soft fur as he tore off her shift.
She calmly surrendered, allowed him to fondle
her jungle, her swampland, her African Rift.
Miss Otis regretted no instant of passion,
replaying each whimper, each gasp and each sigh
‘til she saw through her window, its glare like a mirror,
the cold frozen pupil of King Kong’s left eye.
H