Two Women And me

 

TWO WOMEN AND ME

I went a-wandering and met a gal who had a Mom

With a Mona Lisa Smile

Oh how lucky I believed myself to be

Don’t you agree?

Mother, daughter and me?

What a holiday!

 

The daughter and me

Well, we didn’t agree after the first day or three

But the mom! Big time she fancied me

Chased me around:

Bed, table and lounge; the dresser

AAnd the surrounding fields

 

I had a shift in my thinking gear

 

Oh so glad am I to have a place of my own

Women free humble though it be.

 

Like two fighting cats

They flew at each other

And me, a poor man, stuck in the middle!

I’m glad I didn’t understand the slang

That bounced off the walls

Ignited their passionate love for my charm

 

Oh how glad I am to have a women free

Zone humble though it be

 

The moral of this story is that

If you meet a women with

The foreign chat

Ask her

Does her mom live out the back?

 

Don’t take flight

To a place you can’t find on the map

Even if she promises,

Love in the sink

Shower

Or even pony and trap

 

Oh, how lucky a man I consider I am

To have a woman free non-fighting

Zone of my own

 

Two women- Fighting for my love and bodee

At least that’s what the mother

Signalled in non-verbal communication to me

The daughter – with less vocabulary

Had a four-lettered word for it, you see

 

Oh how lucky I am

To have a woman free zone of my own

 

But some nights and even days

I think maybe I should

Have stayed

When the evenin’ draw in

And the light from my fire dims

Date one – get one free wasn’t such a bad deal?

I feel

 

No! No. I firmly chastise my thoughts

Two women I cannot cope with

In my chaste life

Consider yourself lucky, my man, I say

To have a woman free non fighting

Zone of your own

 

But still, a man can dream….

Can’t he?

 

Gemma Hill 2014-12-01   ©