(Urban Poems by Sally Soft Street)


Primed Cannon

I do wish that you would not play

These silly games

I am wet and ready

And in the mood for love

 

Morning Wood

I always walk with you in our morning wood

But I was unable to do so today

As we had the decorators in

 

Pitching a Tent

He pitched his tent

When I undressed

On the public beach

Thus frustrates me greatly

 

 

Sally Soft Street (2004)