Poem: Triple Hit

three ladies — Photo credit, Three Lovely Ladies, H. Craig, http://www.hcraigart.com

Triple Hit

by Shannon Laws

There was a man named Ned

who liked his ladies three

thrice was the number he bed

triple the pleasure to bounce on his knee

Only one at a time did he enjoy

the curves of each lovely lady

His best trickery he did employ

none suspected Ned as shady

One lady as thin as a finger

another voluptuous as melons

the third a passion fruit that lingers

He dined on each like a felon

One day all three arrived at the same spot!

Thrice were face slaps spent on Ned!

Triple was the number he was shot!

On the stone that lays at his head—

Here lies Ned lover of three

Brought down by a 22 caliber

While in midst of a loving spree

Forgot to update his calendar

Note from Shannon: I don’t often use a ABAB format, but this was a fun poem I wrote for a friend. I hope you also enjoy it. If so let me know. Thanks for visiting 🙂

Published by Shannon Laws

Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015. View more posts