177 – Carpe Diem!

Poem number 177
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Carpe Diem!
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Beneath the pockmarked chalky moon,
The acne laden sky
They chanced to hear a crooner croon
Before they said goodbye.
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He sang a song of solitude
Of love and loss and sex
The words were short and very crude
And left them both perplexed.
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As they parted by her landlord’s door
She kissed him, rather chaste
Said “Darling if you really sure
I’m not a total waste
Will you shag me here, tomorrow
Underneath the moonlit sky?
I’d be rather filled with sorrow
If we never had a try.”
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And the idiot, the total fool
Said “Could we not just kiss?
I think our chastity is cool
So let’s give sex a miss.”
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The ‘morrow came as ‘morrow’s do
He brought a bunch of flowers
He stood there in his shiny shoes –
She didn’t show for hours,
When she did he said “You’re lagging!
We’re you victim of a crime?”
She said “No – I’ve been out shagging
And I lost the track of time.”
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Then she kissed him, sadly, on the head
And waved a fond goodbye –
He should’ve nailed her on the bed
And not refused to try.
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So the moral of this tragic ode
Beneath the pockmarked moon
Is that if you’re standing by the road
And hear a crooner croon
Then for Christ sake don’t be chicken –
Take your chance son, while you can
Or your girl will end up dickin’
Someone else, you stupid man!

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