Nutcrackers
"Thighs that could crack nuts"Was the laugh from the
Backroom boys
Stan munches his sandwiches
Ruminating on the possibility of this.
Only this morning he had left
The warmth of his bed
And the cosy softness of his
Wife's warm form.
He didn't think he would really like
The idea of a woman
Who could crack nuts with her thighs?
He poured himself a cup of tea
From the flask
"Damn" he muttered
"No sugar again!"
His wife had decided six months ago
That it was time they got in shape;
Stan sighed wearily
He longed for the days
Of sweet tea
And chips with every evening meal.
Maybe that was what the wife wanted
One of those bodies that you saw
In magazines
At least if that happened
When Christmas came around again
They wouldn't have a problem
Of where they had put the
Nutcrackers
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2013-04-10 at 19:20




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