Quoth The Maven: "Never More".... [long; Humor; Loneliness; A Little Sex, And Food] Poem by Bri Edwards

One lonely, dark, and rainy night,
I picked my way out for a bite.
A bite to eat, I mean to say,
‘cause I was single for a many a day …
and did not like to cook,
nor eat alone with no one to look ….
at.

I entered the tavern, "Boar's Head",
as, an aroma from it, my nose led ….
me.

A cheery cherry-cheeked maid ……,
to a small corner table, bade ….
me.

"What's your pleasure, sir? " she said.
[I looked her over from feet ….. to head.]
I said: "A pint of ale, and loaf of bread,
and your specialty: a boar's head."

"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry to say ….
we got no more boar's head ….. today.
We had two, but both are gone."
"Very well then', I said. 'Bring me filet of fawn."

"Filet of fawn, sir, ale, and bread."
She then swayed away to the kitchen
[while I surveyed her from foot to head];
meanwhile part of me started twitchin'.

She soon brought me bread and ale.
[Again I surveyed her swaying tail.]
I was lucky it was the season for fawn,
or that meal too …. would be gone.

Molly was her name, or so she said ….
when she brought filet of fawn (quite dead) .
Molly's breasts were plump and she was jolly.
I asked: "Molly, do you go home by trolley? "

"Oh no, sir. I just live upstairs, I do."
[I asked around, and was told ‘twas true.]
I asked her if she worked past 2.
She replied: "Oh no, sir, never more ………
… past two."
The meal was hearty, the ale was fine.
Then I ordered a bottle of wine.
Molly said: "Are you expecting guests at home? "
I said: "With luck this bottle will not roam …….
far."

[Her eyes got bigger and they seemed to glow.]
"Perhaps, sir, you'll stay for tonight's music show? "
"Aye, I think I shall. It's still raining out."
I ordered more bread and ale ……., this time stout.

The music was bearable, to be sure.
As for Molly, I kept both eyes on her.
A third pint I ordered, and offered her some.
She said: "I shouldn't, sir." [She played dumb],
but she drank half a pint as quick as that;
no wonder her breasts were almost fat!

Thirty minutes past the midnight hour,
outside there was still quite a shower …….
of rain.
I said to Molly: "I dread the walk home",
to which she replied: "Your bottle need not roam",
and she gave me "the wink". Yes, THAT wink!
[Now my manhood was twitching more; could it THINK? ]

By 1 a.m. the crowd was thinning out.
I ordered (us) another stout.
Molly busied herself collecting what was due …..
from the last customers. There were but a few.

One-thirty came and Molly said:
"Take this key to room number 8 and try the bed.
I'll be up I think by 2.
I've got glasses there, enough for me and you."

With the wine I climbed the creaky stairs.
I tried the bed, first ridding it of pubic hairs.
I'd NEVER done such a thing as this before,
and after that night I might do it …………..never more.

I opened the wine to let it air,
looking forward to a one night affair.
Molly was as good as her word.
She came in chirping like a bird.

First we had drinks from her glasses,
but soon we were comparing asses.
I asked: "Molly, tell me, are you a whore? "
She said: "I've entertained a few, never more."
[To which I wondered "never more? Never ……
more than a few in one night? Is she a whore? "
I leave it to you, Readers, to decide.]
Now my manhood was getting set to ride.

BUT first I asked: "Molly do you take money? "
She said: "Only if you give it to me, Honey."
I then asked: "How little, so as to NOT make you a whore? "
She said: "six shillings, sir, NEVER MORE! "

We commenced battle on her springy bed.
I faced her feet; then I faced her head.
From the noises I heard from beyond each wall,
I gathered she was not the only filly in a stall.

I gave my all; she did her best.
It was like we were on a blessed quest.
I was no longer lonely, with that Molly gal.
[I didn't mind that her body was for sale.]

At 3 a.m. we took a needed break,
and we toasted each other, for friendship's sake.
By 4 a.m. the wine was way past gone,
and I was glad I'd eaten that filet of fawn,
since I needed all the energy I could get ….
to make both of us happy and soaking wet.

Soon, then, there came a knock at the door.
One knock, two, then three, then four.
Molly looked at me and said: "It's time you go.
That's the landlord. It's getting late, you know."

I pulled her close for one last long kiss.
I knew that, cheery Molly, I would miss.
I laid six shillings in her hand, and went to the door.
She winked and said: "Don't be a stranger. Six shillings.
…………….. NEVER MORE."

(April 1, 2015)