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.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2022 05:06
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Comments2
I think Teddy's right - I think we should gently tiptoe round it....
Steady Paul.....
She had her preferences, and her husband was just not one of them.
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!
Unexpected is always good. lol
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