Once Caught No More Fears

After thinking many days and nights Searching a corner of lonely sights Where there were only dim lights Remained afraid of bright sun lights On a buck up of naughty moonlights Regret! Or pay thanks to the plights! Kissing her red handed I was caught The judge was kind didn't like a slaught He thought and thought and thought Fine mild rains after many years draught Kisses are the gates of a lifelong naught. It's golf! A hole, a ball and a claught! (After all I am a human and sometimes I write naughty poems like this)