You know, it just occurred to me, that whilst I have done a lot of things in my life…..I have never written a poem about getting a ‘Erection’……
Well, now I can say I have.
Whilst lights tendrils spill unrelenting through feeble glass barriers,
The unblinking eye arises!
Like Sauron watches over Mordor.
An unwavering, constant, blink less gaze.
Self appointed gatekeeper of our earthly pleasure,
His stewardship maintains his resolve.
More vein than vain,
He rises – Rejuvenated!
With all the promise only morning brings.
Yearning only to be free from his linen shackles of oppression.
The rage of captivity rushes through every angry inch!
To salute the sun,
The constant soldier,
Ever at attention with the breaking dawn…..
Just as clocks tick, time beckons him….
As from sleeps bosom, his mortal vessel rises to do his bidding.
To blossom like an ugly, ugly flower
And to bask in the joy that is his…Morning Glory!