I’m Inflatable Irene, your blow-up girlfriend.
I am here when you need me, weekday or weekend.
I don’t need gifts, or flowers, or candlelit meals,
And I’ll never be taller than you in high heels.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your rubber romance.
I can make you so happy, just give me a chance.
I will never get fat round the thighs, or the rump,
Unless you go too far with the bicycle pump.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your PVC peach.
I’m not out of your league, I am within your reach.
I will never grow old, I won’t let myself go.
If you’d like my boobs bigger, just give them a blow.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your plastic princess.
I will wear what you like, lingerie or a dress.
I will never be moody, I won’t slap your face.
When you go on vacation, I’ll fit in your case.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your babe-shaped balloon.
I won’t mind if you don’t want to cuddle, or spoon.
I will never stop loving you, I’ll always care.
I won’t tell you you’re too fat, or laugh at your hair.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your air-filled air-head.
If you are feeling frisky, just take me to bed.
I won’t be disappointed, no matter how quick.
You don’t need to be gentle, my rubber’s quite thick.
I’m Inflatable Irene, your polythene pal.
Whatever you’re into, I am your kinda gal.
When you’re bored of me, kill me - a knife through my heart.
I won’t cry out for help, I’ll just give one long fart…
- Author: Viv Wade (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 9th, 2017 09:10
- Comment from author about the poem: I saw a TV documentary a while back, about men who had blow-up dolls as companions. They treated them like real women, they dressed them up, and even took them out on dates. I donβt know if it was because they couldnβt find a real woman, or they just thought a plastic one would be easier to live with! It inspired me to write this poemβ¦
- Category: Humor
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- Users favorite of this poem: dusk arising
Comments5
Ohhh lol, have to swoon at this! heehee. What would I know about Irene? Should I meet her?!
Well, some men may think she's the ideal woman! π Thanks for reading, Orchidee.
I knew what this was going to be about before I even read it, haha.
Good one.
Thanks Nicholas, I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. π
You're my kinda poet.... a demonstrably wicked sense of humour. Mate of mine took Irene back to the shop for a refund cos she leaked 'if i'd known she was gonna go down onya i would have charged you an extra twenty" said the sex shop manager.
Excellent piece. goes into my favourites
Ha ha, the old jokes are the best! π Thanks, Dusk, I'm glad someone appreciates my wicked side! π
ViV, you have amazing talent. I couldn't help but laugh! Please continue to publish here!
Thanks Wayne! I recently entered this poem in a humorous poetry contest, and it didn't win anything, not even an honourable mention π so it's good to know that it made you laugh - my self-confidence has been restored! π
that's my gall..... made me laugh out loud.... cheers
Thanks Neville, I'm glad I gave you a giggle! π
my giggly pleasure ...
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