Over my shoulder <br />he oogles the waitress <br />attending table no.3. <br /> <br />She’s sure some <br />looker <br /> <br />like a hooker <br />crossed with French maid. <br /> <br />He likes a girl <br />in uniform. <br /> <br />And out. <br /> <br />I reach underneath <br />and squeeze <br />his balls <br /> <br />hard! <br /> <br />He jumps to his feet. <br /> <br />“Ah, now my sweet...” <br />I smile sweetly at him. <br /> <br />“I’m so glad I got <br />your attention back! ” <br /> <br />“And anyway dearest <br />I quite fancy her myself! ”<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-can-play-at-that-game-for-gordon/
