Odds

Paul Bell

She’s pregnant with guilt

Deep inside in turmoil 

Two minutes of lust

Off the cusp

Makes the colour of little Johnny

A lottery must

50 50 odds of despair

She could see it now

Driven out shamed and bared

Little Johnny turned out alright

The odds in favour

He turned out white

Loving husband unaware

Time moved on without a care

Back in the sack

With husband Jack

A wry smile

Wish he was black.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2022 05:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I think Teddy's right - I think we should gently tiptoe round it....
    Steady Paul.....

    • Paul Bell

      She had her preferences, and her husband was just not one of them.

    • Bella Shepard

      I must say that you gave me a wry smile with this one. You always offer something new and, dare I say unexpected, in the most delightful way. Thank you!

      • Paul Bell

        Unexpected is always good. lol



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