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
And 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 ©
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