Poem Thingee o' X-pla-nations
  by Libby Singleton

The night near ending
Bright dawn soon coming
This couple, in truth, came not.
Nicholas sighed in his usual way
Causing LaCroix to sneer quite gruff.

Into the room a carouche intrude'd
Pursuing a tasty morsel
"'Cuze me mates, dinna see ya there.
Don't bother getting up'ers!"
Then observation led to realization
"Ya kin't!  Tha's there yewr rubbers!"

With a strip tease start
Screed revealed a leather jock
And taught them his techniques
"Gar-on-teed," he said, "By me own sexy-loif,
Ta give the U-F-types wot they wont."

O' course me droogs,
Yew gotta unnderstan,
It's me yewr jammin' about.
'Tis Nick n' LaCroix, ta be sure,
Wit' Screed h'in a quite luv-er-ly three-some!

[the hinney end o' h'it]

April '99