I Leapt....[inspired by ' Peeping Tom ' by Valsa George, who inspired Akhtar Jawad to write ' Reply Of Peeping Tom To Valsa George With Due Apology. '; very SHORT; short enough! ; lust; humour/humor]
With Valsa ever on her guard,
i crept into her flowery yard...,
dressed in black in dark of night,
and was rewarded....with pure delight!
but then her husband spotted me.
he spotted me in the potted tree..
which took me level with her sill.
i leapt and my ankle hurts me still.
i hobbled away as fast as i could,
and escaped just in time ['knock wood'],
before i heard the blast from his BIG gun.
it seemed like hours i did then run..........
to the next stop on my nightly list.
[i'm glad i didn't wrench my left wrist,
without which i'd not enjoy it as much,
and the rest of this poem is 'such and such'.]
(October 5th 2016)
Hearing a gun blast, I looked Guessed someone or something got hooked My husband said a man was trying to pry And suspected him to be a spy I saw our dog chasing him close by Though limping, the man attempted to fly As he looked back, I recognized him to be Bri In shock and dismay, I heaved a sigh Ha.... ha!
Who can write better than Bti, particularly if it's humor or satire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe the next line you get up it just a nightmare :) ..