Poem: Triple Hit

 

 

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

 

 

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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 🙂