‘Neath the Table Then’ [This post is under construction.]

 

 

Pull me down, Ruth.

Take me there. 

I'll not resist, 

That glint in your eyes. 

Such is your lure, 

No defenses have I. 

'Neath the table then, 

Slide me. 

Clay in your hand, 

I hie. 

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But it was not to be.

Decorum demanded it.

And I,

Against all inclination,

Had to thwart,

Not just the moment,

But you.

Not just my sex…

Yours too.

Your gambit betting hard

On my refusal.

     Now I know my poetic skills are abysmal. Frankly, they stink. Hokey, doesn't even begin to describe the vast majority of my output. Of that, I'm sure. Speaking of certainty, oh my goodness, like clockwork, here comes another simplistic offering set to sophomoric rhyme! 

-sigh-

 Yet, sometimes if I'm lucky, lightning strikes and even I can occasionally conjure up something of value. Maybe these words springing to mind can help jump start that process. That  would be nice. Until then, I just have to keep churning away. (No pun intended - 'a whey'.) spitting them out and jotting them down out

 

This "woetry" is based on a true experience that occurred inside the former Denny's Restaurant at Serramonte Center in Daly City sometime, one Sunday night, circa 1973 ~ 1975.*

 

*The only Denny's visit I can actually pin to a specific date was the Sunday night there was a total lunar eclipse visible in the sky. Using Stellarium, I found that date to be Sunday, May 25, 1975 with the greatest eclipse occurring at 9:48PM PDT. However, I doubt the particulars of the "woetry" (or "woem") transpired that evening concurrent with the celestial event.

 

 

 

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