Early Morning Love Noise?

Goldfinch60



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.”

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2021 01:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Well I am getting older!
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 19
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  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good write Gold. Should I swoon?!

    • Goldfinch60

      What! Swoon just because I was putting on my socks!

      Andy

      • orchidee

        I would have swooned at the title, before I got the details in the poem. lol.

      • Doggerel Dave

        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.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thanks Dave, keep laughing it is one of the greatest cures in our lives.

          Andy

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ha ha - - big smiles at the thought of the noises you make Andy pulling those poor socks about .

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Fay. My socks do go through the wars.

            Andy

          • Accidental Poet

            I wonder what he'd hear if Orchi was
            singing?

            • Goldfinch60

              He wouldn't hear Orchi sing - he would move far, far away. LOL

              Andy

            • L. B. Mek

              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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