Poems ✍️

I was asked by a nurse if I would
have a fling on the eve (that I COULD) ,
she was hitched the next day
and a wonderful lay
and I never asked whether I should.
Forty years have now passed and I did
find the girl (would she make one more bid?) ,
I was chicken of course
but not filled with remorse,
but I wonder if God would forbid?
From a safe point I eyed her that day,
she was walking her dog at the Bay.
She was utterly fat
(I can picture her 'cat')
about ME I don't know what she'd say.
Struth! I hasten to say to my flock
that it takes a size 24 sock
to conceal what's my own
it is now fully grown
and it crows like a Rhode Island cock.
Have you played underwater with soap?
Maybe Dove or Camay on a rope?
If the company pleases
it's a good sport who teases
and she starts with a grope as you hope.
We were eight and I bathed with young Gina.
Both our folks often called her REgina.
We made fun of her name
played the old Pre-fix game,
her vageena and my little Weena.