We sit at a table on trestles,
Our hands holding large drinking vessels,
And as shadows lengthen,
Gemutlichkeit* strengthens,
Sue's head on my shoulder she nestles.

(Ain't that romantic.)

Her hand's in my lap 'neath the table,
With delicate touch on my cable,
Soon gets me excited
With lust unrequited,
So we slip off as soon as we're able...

(Now we're starting to revert to type.)

...To a corner that's quiet and secluded,
And I won't spelll out what we dooded,**
But if in the future,
You read Kama Sutra,
Then most of what's there was included.

(Going down hill fast.)

And when at long last we are through,
And lay back exhausted, then Sue
Opines in tones formal:
"D'you Think that Was normal 
For Daddies and daughters to do."



(Yes, you're right, should have stoppped at verse 1.)

*A sense of well-being.
** Old gibberish past imperfect of the verb to diddle.

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Thursday, November 18, 2004