Saturday, December 4, 2010

Why I Don't Write Poetry - Part 13

The temperature rises and falls.
My neck is getting tired.
My eyes are bouncing up and down.
Tightness all around.

My mind is all confused,
Can't focus on a single part.
The heart is racing,
Feet start pacing.

I must tell her,
To wear a bra,
Or I'll have a heart attack,
When she does jumping jacks.

1 comment:

Cheryl Peters said...

A heart attack from watching bouncing boobs? For a fellow, what a way to go!