Very Sexual, A Bit Corny

I got up to write a poem today,

dawn is barely breaking;

didn’t sleep a wink last night,

now my head is aching.

I suppose I’ll take two aspirin,

to help my brandy coffee;

and take my mind off the pain,

sucking an English toffee.

Writing poetry’s much like sex:

eventually it will come;

sometimes the wait is longer,

mostly, can’t get some.

If I’d a sweet thing in my bed,

hell no, I’d not be writing;

but rather madly sucking on it,

licking it hard, and biting!

Now I’m feeling wide awake,

no pain, and a little horny;

I believe I’ve a poem in mind:

very sexual, a little corny.

~g