Each night I fall asleep, <br />it is the true intent <br />to pull the sheets <br />up to my chin <br />and count those <br />cuddly little lambs. <br />Back in the days <br />when I was young, <br />a bachelor sought <br />now and then <br />by some, for fun <br />or weekend company. <br />I slept alone <br />except for rare occasions, <br />and I then was known <br />both to my shrink <br />and to my aging Mum, <br />for counting until dawn, <br />the numbers grew <br />soon reached infinity. <br /> <br />All this changed drastically, <br />she placed her French valise <br />next to the single bed <br />and dropped her things, <br />until she stood, <br />agent provocateur, <br />so close I smelled <br />her pubic hair. <br />Twas the intent I think <br />and we got hitched, <br />her dress was cut <br />by giant scissors <br />so it seemed, <br />a decolleté of sorts, <br />well those dimensions <br />scared the minister <br />into a dozen stumbles, <br />and he stuttered saying <br />'hold your peace'. <br />They did of course, <br />I do raise pitbull dogs <br />and this bestows <br />a measure of respect <br />in the community. <br /> <br />Now, what I came to say <br />is that I never count <br />or even think of sheep, <br />no, nevermore, <br />she wraps her arms <br />around my waist <br />as would a lady in distress <br />on the Titanic as she sinks, <br />tis not because of LOVE, <br />she told me, when I asked, <br />she has a phobia of sorts, <br />'bout falling out of bed. <br />That's why she wraps her arms <br />and smothers me <br />with twins size 38 Big C <br />entangles legs with varicosities, <br />and shoves her pubic bone <br />into my little guy with force <br />comparable to Navarone <br />and in the morning she <br />demands to get the bone.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-single-bed/
