Coming of Age

or

Something to Count On

A poem with a gimmick (*)
by David Barnett
January 2002 -- February 2003

The tale of an empassioned fellow
Visiting a town bordello

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One day my travels took me down
To city streets of ill-renown.
"Free samples first," the dealers scoff,
"For those who'll later pay us off."
I've not had cause to such, (times hence,)
Extreme anticipation sense.
Eventual wand'rings took me in
A temple called the House of Sin -
"I never asked what you'd like best,"
Enquired Madame of her new guest.
"I'll ever know not who to get."
"Well, very well, how d'you like Beth? -
Her teeny waist is just enough
For 'teenage waif', if that's your stuff;
If 'teen sex kitten's more your gaff,
We sixteen-year-old girlies have…
In teenage girls you've found your mate;
Intriguing you to they relate -
I'm ninety-nine-point-nine percent
     sure you're too young to here consent;
When teenage fads are gone and done,
Come back when you are twenty-one!"


(*) If you missed it, take a look here...

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