Behind the double door’s Coat of Arms there is a light which separates the men <br />From the boys and there in the midst of all which is questionable stands Maggie <br />With her stained knickers down around her ankles and her nose ring glistening <br />Like a gold doubloon on a sandy shore or a tooth in old Captain Jacks head <br />She shouts for the bartender to bring her another pint of ale but the bartenders deaf <br />And even if he could hear the screeching shrew he would surely ignore her <br />In much the same way her stomach muscles ignore the need for her cave to air <br />The deposits of her last paying customer who by now is home with his lovely wife <br />And does not yet realize the pain he has ingested as it takes awhile to fester <br />Before it can truly make a man regret where he laid his philandering unfaithful heads <br />Old Maggie has seen better days when depressed pounds weren’t just something <br />She carried on her matronly hips and she could pass through any door she wished <br />Without first turning sideways or apologizing for her furry friend between her knees <br />Qualifying the edacious nature of the beast who ate the beast and slayer of the dragon <br />Alas, poor Maggie is looked upon today as nothing but a common whore…. <br />But a fine, fine woman was she back in the day when men were really men…. <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mersey-maggie-was-navigable-by-oceangoing-vessels/
