(The following slightly risque poem was inspired by a passage from Ulysses by James Joyce, which turned out to be a lot dirtier (and nonsensical) than I thought it would be lol.)
Stop. Knocking.
Silly man!
Want women by the score?
Quit throwing flowers
at their feet
and singing sappy
songs outside
in your feathered cap.
Gifts? Words? Music?
No.
Tip her.
Tap her.
Top her.
Maranda Russell 
That’s pretty tame compared to some of my writing. 😀
Nicely done though.
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LOL, the passage from Ulysses was way more graphic. And extremely hard to figure out at times what the hell was being said, but it sounded dirty lol.
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There’s quite a bit of dirty stuff in classic literature if you understand what’s being said. 😉
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The part I took from Ulysses was the last three lines.
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Lol!
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😅❣️
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Ha! Cheeky!
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🙂
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