Monday, 5 September 2011

Sylvia's Butternut

In its objectivity,
Casting humorous 
Shadows over white
Formica. Erotic as a 
Peach, with peach-
Coloured skin, but ,
Tough as a madame
And undisguised.
The casket is tightly 
Sealed. Once penetrated?
The bright-orange flesh could feed
An army. Of course, you must first coax
The seeds, they smell like Sunday mornings
After Saturday nights. Cleave the mighty
Phallus in to man-sized pieces. Use as
You will. There's plenty to spare.
This one belongs to Daddy.

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