I am thinking of her knickers

There is no two ways about it
I think about these often
and do they match
what’s up above

It is easy for me
my pants are black
and two pairs of jeans
both grey, no thinking
involved

But she wants to look
good, be fine for my
eyes to drink eddies in
so I think about her knickers
do they match what
is up above

Some of you do this too
don’t deny it, just human
nature to wonder on skin
and its covering
are they black, grey or see thru

So I am thinking of her knickers
and maybe her feet too

Strangely Daisy

Daisy daisy on the chair, I saw you there I saw you there
Daisy weed white n’ yellow, still I kicked you in
I did this purely to stain the green, when I saw you there
I had a care, I had a care that when I saw you there
Sitting on the chair, stringy thing how you dare
I smashed your yellow face in, with my boot
and smeared you across the chair, daisy’ly mistreated
I could have just brushed you off, but felt the need to break you
Every gentle petal that could have butterfly bleated
daisy daisy, I like your stain, it is arty’ly compleated
morning time, lunchtime, now never ever seated
your life was brief and you were unique, but not now repeated

Daisy daisy to no chain will you fall, tied  in
a stain on my sole, never a poppy on a pin
your irrelevant relevance, not lost to me
now you’re gone from all that you could be

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