Licking your lip for a last slick
of sauce, is unappetising
when mixed with bristles,
No baggy tops, let your belly flop,
assume others will be riveted
by what you say, that facts
are love tokens, when words fail.
On no account show weakness,
or gaze at other guys.
Stand wide-legged, claim space.
It really is an issue. A rolled up
sock is no substitute
for a cock, but it might
just get you better pay.
Rachael Clyne‘s work has appeared in Prole, The Interpreter’s House, Tears in the Fence. Anthologies: The Very Best of 52, Book of Love and Loss, Poems for a Liminal Age. Her prizewinning collection, Singing at the Bone Tree, concerns our longing for the wild . She also enjoys humour.