Sunday, November 18, 2012

Pink Balloons



Life is dreary, dull and grey
On 'yer average' working day.
Heads are down and shoulders bowed
As we push our way among the crowd.
Rushed our breakfast, dull our work
And our boss is just a jerk.
Rain is threatening, clouds are low,
The pulse of life is beating slow.
Suddenly we find we're warmed.
Pink balloons! The worlds transformed!


The turbulence was frightful, the plane was in a spin!
The roaring wind was lashing with a truly ghastly din.
The passengers were seated, they were belted, they were grim
For they felt their chances of relief were very, very slim.
One woman in the front aisle suddenly stood upright,
An expression on her face of the most soul-destroying fright.
'I'm going to die! I'm going to die!' she yelled for all to hear.
'I tell you, everybody, that, for us, the end is near!
But before I die won't some man make me feel that life's worthwhile.
Come and make me feel like a woman! Right here, on the aisle!'
For a second nothing happened then a handsome man arose!
He strolled towards her down the aisle unbuttoning his clothes!
He was wonderfully handsome, very tanned, with thick black hair
And his muscles rippled as he walked! All she could do was stare!
'Yes! Yes!' she gasped as he neared her, forgetting all her fears,
The sound of the storm around her was no longer in her ears.
He strolled down, quite unhurried, aware of his manly grace,
Conscious of the great desire painted on her face.
He moved till he almost touched her and whispered in her ear.....
'I'll make you feel like a woman!
 Iron my shirts! Get me a beer!'


magiceye said...

The 1st poem was lyrical and the 2nd hysterical!!!

Daydreamertoo said...

Really enjoyed both of these. The pink balloons cheering them up is lovely. The ending of the second, well, I know where I would have told him to