Persephone’s on holiday from Hell, <br />Released a while from Pluto’s iron spell. <br />It’s springtime and the air is warm and sweet, <br />The lovely girl walks smiling down the street. <br />See how her buttocks twitch from side to side <br />Beneath thin cotton pants to match her stride. <br />With every step like bobbing apples in a bowl <br />Alluringly they curtsey, dip and roll, <br />Two peaches that invite you sink your teeth <br />Into the firm and juicy flesh beneath. <br />By such allures each year she brings to birth <br />With lissome grace the life of Mother Earth. <br /> <br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/persephone-in-springtime/
