I had a Nanny who was black <br />she loved to look at me and whack <br />the living daylights out of me <br />to set, she said my dark soul free. <br /> <br />I had a younger brother too, <br />when he was small he would turn blue <br />the doctor said he needed air <br />my Nanny, though would simply bare <br /> <br />her ample bosom on one side <br />then tell the boy to open wide. <br />She was convinced and lectured others <br />that something lacks in certain mothers, <br /> <br />and Nannies from the Master Race <br />did have the substance to replace <br />the nutrient, a missing link <br />and then she sat there, sent a wink <br /> <br />to me the one who salivated <br />at those two somewhat overrated <br />but to a kid humongous bags. <br />Forgotten were the constant nags <br /> <br />and all the hours at attention <br />like soldiers, which I need to mention. <br />She'd been a slave just years before <br />and left that country's foreign shore, <br /> <br />once in the good old USA <br />she learned to find the jobs that pay. <br />Not only did she rake it in <br />she let us have it on the chin. <br /> <br />And like a sergeant in a drill <br />she gave us kids a constant chill. <br />Her little slaves, she called us often <br />I waited for her heart to soften <br /> <br />but in the end I was content <br />that in this life some things are meant <br />to be ignored and substituted <br />by pleasure genes and their deep-rooted <br />erotic mindset which, like ripples <br />are mesmerised by two black nipples.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-black-nipples/
