17 May 00

 

 

Land Lady's Son

 

On one pretense

Or another

You took the steps

Too our door

You spied trough the window

To make sure

Of our absence

Before you did explore

But you failed to look

For bodies on the floor

One on all fours

Another rolled back on his neck

What a surprise

For all when you walked in

Through that door

And discovered your "boy"

Naked

And tonguing hole

 

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III