From her pretentious throne in the bayous..... The Goddess... <br />demands that I confess my sins as she can smell my evil deeds <br />and the ominous odor of my putrid sores from diabetic comas yet to come.... <br />Yet is only the rum I consume and my cancer which strangles the demons <br />as I am desperate to escape the madness of so much poetic justice..... <br />Her accusations of improprieties surpass even those of my own carnal knowledge <br />Of this I am sure....I may have been a bad man in times of need.... <br />Yea hideous as I be.... I have committed no sin against her nature.... <br />For a mare the likes of her...though beg does she to be ridden... <br />I have never mounted... <br />So compelled is she to dispense of geldings she can't have.... <br />Hanging their balls like so many Bolos on the walls of her cabin down by the Lake.... <br />There where the umbrageous dark shadowy waters of the lake lend burial cover <br />for her hideous heart...as she was drowned by the years and years of crocodile tears <br />Her beauty now faded like dust covered confectionary pastries made for the dead Queens of France.... <br />She gurgles 'Yes Yes Yes' though the answer from Above has always been a resounding 'No'.... <br />Surface still....she will to swallow another horny Toad's creamy load.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-kisses-every-frog-in-the-hopes-of-finding-a-prince/
