Poems ✍️

I asked if she'd spend the night
Her answer puzzled me
Only if we fight
Was her reply to me

Aback I stood, with a hesitant grin
And asked her to explain
Explaining fuels my anger within
You either want me, or refrain

An aggressive lass she be, per-se
But I thought that might be hot
She changed into a negligée
And I felt my jaw line drop

Until it all became quite clear
As to the fighting, anger in play
As she stood arms spread with a sneer
And In her hands, a thick knotted chain

Holy %#*@! , much more than I bargained for
Tho', adventure in measure can thrill
She left in a huff, with a slam of my door
Tonight my shower will chill!




Revised & Reposted
August 18th, MMXVI

Frank James Ryan, Jr.
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