' ' ' Triumph Of The Will
D Dónall Dempsey
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He tried to triumph
over her
Triumph bra
but he was all
'Damn! '(fingers) & 'Jesus! '(thumbs) .
'Oh...here! ' she snapped
'For God's sake! ' with ever
growing impatience.
'You are beginning to
not get
on my tits! '
And with a flourish
of fingers
(an almost imagined
drum roll)
she expertly
cast the aforesaid
mentioned unmentionable
nether garment
to the further region
of the room
whereupon
it came to rest upon
(curiously enough)
an elephant's leg
umbrella stand
that she used as a
nicker basket.
He standing before her
like a castaway
obviously
(so obviously)
pleased to
see her
as if his ship
had come in
& he was saved
from his desert island.
Ahh...a woman
makes such a difference
to any
... everything!
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