Paradoxes
A man went for an interview. He
was with a woman who used to be
his stripper. This time she
was clothed and soon paid his fee.
A neighbour joined the church
and raised his voice only at choir.
A good way, he thought, to escape the mire;
no longer was he the trampled birch.
A woman had a liking for an 'open lover'
and went out to paint the town.
But red wasn’t her favourite colour.
Late home she was; tied up, no gown.
Private Detectives
For Gemma
When I see you in your hat,
I want to follow you for a private affair,
let's check into a motel,
shut out the world and untie your hair.
I'd like to be with you, kissing you
in a private bed,
knowing you'll be watching and noting
these moves in your head.
Oh, let's be private detectives
with confidential hats,
we'll investigate each other
and act like secretive love cats.
©Mark Pirie
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