Revised sonnet #108
The proper words escape this practised pen
Off peeled his pastel cardigan and shirt
Im loathe to say it but I like to blurt
I love the look of shredded macho men
I closed the wooden door of writers den
I lost the blouse and bra too late to flirt
The clinch and kiss hot asked of red alert
The morning after pill you wipe out when
I mumbled my apology in gag
As whoopee extramarital is wrong
In pores I carried other fellows pong
I dangled like a leather boxing bag
If Tim investigated late the fun affair
Then Jim evaded blame in conscience clear
Chorus affair fling infidelity
