The Gooseberry


This quilt is my bed, not a stage,
And you risk exciting my rage.
You bet I’m frustrated
Cos I was castrated
And that at a very young age!

I know that you think you are blessed,
But I wish you would give it a rest.
To be openly amorous
Is, frankly, unglamorous.
Just stop! That’s my final request.

You’re right, I am being severe
And I’m trying not to interfere.
Perhaps I’ll be cool,
So have a great Yule
And a happy and healthy New Year!

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 340 published on this site.


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