He tried to triumph <br />over her <br /> <br />Triumph bra <br /> <br />but he was all <br />'Damn! '(fingers) & 'Jesus! '(thumbs) . <br /> <br />'Oh...here! ' she snapped <br />'For God's sake! ' with ever <br />growing impatience. <br /> <br />'You are beginning to <br />not get <br />on my tits! ' <br /> <br />And with a flourish <br />of fingers <br /> <br />(an almost imagined <br />drum roll) <br /> <br />she expertly <br />cast the aforesaid <br /> <br />mentioned unmentionable <br />nether garment <br /> <br />to the further region <br />of the room <br /> <br />whereupon <br />it came to rest upon <br /> <br />(curiously enough) <br /> <br />an elephant's leg <br />umbrella stand <br /> <br />that she used as a <br />nicker basket. <br /> <br />He standing before her <br />like a castaway <br /> <br />obviously <br />(so obviously) <br /> <br />pleased to <br />see her <br /> <br />as if his ship <br />had come in <br /> <br />& he was saved <br />from his desert island. <br /> <br />Ahh...a woman <br />makes such a difference <br /> <br />to any <br />... everything!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triumph-of-the-will/
