Poetry Magazines - The best collection of poetry magazines online - Simon Armitage

Newb'ry Wendy took your fancy, 'when she pressed you to her frock',
more your type than Meg or Nancy, really gave you quite a shock!
‘Meet me when you've finished eating', hide and seeking in the bedroom’
what a super-special greeting, crushed together, not much headroom,
hugging, whisp'ring, ‘I'm your friend! This could be a love so true!’
Hoping it would never end and dreaming of her all night through.

Myfanwy, white-clad, scented soap, strong, willowy, with painted lips,
filled your mind with urgent hope, 'blackstockingedlegs'curvaceous hips!
Then 'sardines in dim surroundings, hands held hands so very tight',
snugg'ling up was so astounding, lasting long into the night - - -.
Golden locks, enhanced by moonlight, memory crystal clear, not hazy,
much more pleasing than in noon-light, hormones rampant, going crazy!

Then you met a Yorkshire lass, a well built beauty, golden skin,
she at whom you made a pass - - - 'her sulky lips were made for sin',
You paid her court and took a chance, those sinful lips you madly kissed,
the kiss was secretly enhanced - - - those lips were lightly licoriced!
Tigress, lithe and 'flaming haired', a wondrous lady, that's a fact,
'A real experience!', you declared, 'The strongest legs in Pontefract!'

So grateful for a chance at last, (bedevilled by 'unshaven chin'),
so rich in terms of ages past - - - still ready for a bit of sin!
Yet as the two of you prepared, reality had reared its head,
should you replay joys earlier shared, since both of you may soon be dead?
But could it be, the two of you now needed much more strength and time,
to do the things you used to do, when you were young and in your prime?

But it would seem, when came the crunch, it was a cracking story,
the lady who's the honey-bunch, earned world poetic glory!
A 'Surrey girl', she was the one, who took your heart completely,
you lingered in the evening sun and woo'd her oh! so sweetly!
You lost the Golf Club social whirl, but something far, far better won,
the tennis-playing wonder girl,known worldwide Miss Joan Hunter Dunn!’