One morning there was a loud knock on my door,
On opening my neighbour was there looking so angry .
“What is wrong I asked” feeling concerned for him,
“It’s you “ he shouted “the noise you are making!”
“What noise?” I asked,
“That noise of you making love” he replied,
“What do you mean?” I replied,
“Early every morning we here you,
Shouting and screaming in your lovemaking!”,
“But I’m on my own, nobody to make love to”.
“Ok he said what is that noise we hear every morning?”
“Oh” I replied, “ I think I know what it is,
It’s me trying to get my socks on.”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 6th, 2021 01:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Well I am getting older!
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Oh lol, good write Gold. Should I swoon?!
What! Swoon just because I was putting on my socks!
Andy
I would have swooned at the title, before I got the details in the poem. lol.
Right then - LMAO it has to be, because I don't know what to write, as every time I refer to your piece that's what happens... All too familiar in certain circumstances, but succinctly put and so true, Andy.
Thanks Dave, keep laughing it is one of the greatest cures in our lives.
Andy
Ha ha - - big smiles at the thought of the noises you make Andy pulling those poor socks about .
Thank you Fay. My socks do go through the wars.
Andy
I wonder what he'd hear if Orchi was
singing?
He wouldn't hear Orchi sing - he would move far, far away. LOL
Andy
ha!
hmmmm, ah I know why I'm frowning
instead of laughing - along...
see, some truth's just penetrate too deep
for lips to smile, without straining
like a tearful clown, rubbing
at those smudged - cracks
on his unnervingly, too wide
painted grin...
(I think I exercised some hidden laments with my reply) lol
thanks for the stark-reality served: Antarctic - chuckles, Andy
(and your neighbours need to readjust
their fantastical perception of: 'love making'...
if it can be heard all the way next door
that's that perfectly natural: fleshly urges, sating - sex;
but, a comprehensively different animal: entirely!)
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