Park Guy
Running by
Catching everybody’s eye
Chiseled face
Killer pace
Never comes in second place
Hasn’t time to stop and chat
Training isn’t meant for that
Sprints past like a thoroughbred
Focused on the road ahead
You enflame
It’s a game
Will I ever learn your name?
Park Guy
Running by
Catching everybody’s eye
The great white’s famous for its size
So when you see its dorsal
It shouldn’t come as a surprise
You may be its next morsel
Don’t try to swim or duck and dive
From Carcharodon carcharias
It views each move to stay alive
As utterly hilarious
But be aware some do swim by
For quite another reason…
Just hope you never catch its eye
During the mating season
I gave my heart to you, my love
One February night
Invoking all that’s up above
I prayed you’d hold it tight.
And after we had made romance
(for that’s what I still call it)
You rose and gave a loving glance
Then made off with my wallet.
The next day you were seen at lunch
With someone I don’t know
But looking back, I have a hunch
It was with your new beau.
I hope the roasted Cornish hen
And champagne went down well
Before they came right up again
And cleared the whole hotel.
According to my Visa bill
You both then saw a play
A great night out is greater still
When you don’t have to pay.
Despite the slight cost overrun
At least I’m not alone
For in your haste to kiss and run
You left behind your phone.
And so, my love, for us it ends
As does your victory lap
For you’ve just texted all your friends
To say you’ve got the clap.
My love, you’re a Tahitian girl
That dances on the sand
Who charms the breeze with every twirl
And gesture of her hand
My love, you’re absinthe through the veins
Each time my lips are kissed
A cruel elixir bringing pain
Which no man can resist
My love, to me you are a song
Whose chorus fills the air
Inviting men to sing along
Allaying their despair
My love, your powdered skin’s as soft
As petals on a rose
Its luring scent designed to waft
With each layer you expose
Alas! Another’s at your door
I thank you for your art
In truth, our love’s a game, no more
And you have played your part
Porcupines, when making love
Must meet at the right juncture
For any variation of
Results in acupuncture
Our neighbour favours push-up bras
To emphasize her cleavage
Although defying Newton’s Laws
Necessitates some heavage.
When on display, the locals say:
How fortunate she’s got them!
But sex appeal ain’t always real
‘Cause I know where she bought them
It’s not just during spring
When Nature has a fling
‘Cause I don’t know one rabbit
Who isn’t always at it
Mr Ormsby At Large 