Is The Poet Wearing Thongs? Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

The Poet plied her Wordsmith trade
And to the audience she played
But Kevin with his book in hand
He could not really understand
His concentration could not keep
And thus. he promptly fell asleep.
The Poet kept on saying rhymes
About History, Love and other crimes
But Kevin did not hear her songs
About Human rights and Human wrongs
He tried to think of serious news
But when the Poet gave her views
On Human rights and Human wrongs
He wondered, was she wearing thongs?

And so his mind kept playing tricks
He tried to not think of her knicks
She ranted, raved and said her stuff
But Kevin could not get enough
He kept on wondering all the time
And as the Poet said her rhyme
Was she or wasn’t she? He wondered
And oh how Kevin’s head a blundered
She spoke of war and other crimes
But Kevin couldn’t quite get the rhymes
He did not listen to her songs
He wondered, was she wearing thongs?

Until at last the Poet ended
And Kevin saw what he intended
A label on her pants was showing
And there it was all large and glowing
And Kevin saw a glorious sight
Size 18 panties, cotton, large and white
The Poet bent to express her theme
And Kevin’s smile was now a beam
And so
The answer came quite strong
The Poet does not wear a thong.



18th February 2009