A Huge Tribute
He had mighty bulges
With vigor of movement.
His output was substantial.
When he swished
By God he swished --
And better keep your distance.
This one had them all --
He was a horse's ass.
Heavy, Heavy -- What Hangs Over?
he wrote at twenty
The storm now past
A Gust in the big tree
on the roof
门上锁 ，灯灭熄 ，
Beyond earshot of others, furtively,
He whispered, "You best," she, "You above all."
It was a deal. They did conspire together,
Using the legalities, planning for preferment.
Going into the market, they got tables,
Chairs, and other properties from the public
Stock-pile, taking absolute possession
For them alone. These things, all no one else's
They thought, plotting further to increase
Their store. To have, to hold, to love -- theirs only.
And after dark, behind drawn blinds, with doors locked,
And lights off, wordless in wedded privacy,
They went and got out the family jewels,
Put his and hers together, playing treasure.
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