Homage to Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Two poems from my collection, a homage to D.H. Lawrence, which by the way, have been rejected by my publishers.

Poem 1:

Aye up, we must arise now and go owt 

Owt int ter that there wooded glade

 in’t   pouring rain

Bollock naked but fer us wellies

 

And we’ll dance, slippy wet and near

And I shall whisper int yer dampish ear

Them words thou knows thou  yearns  to hear

Aye up, aye up, aye up me duck

Does me lady want ter fuck.

 

Poem 2:

I took ter keepers’ life ‘cause I wer a loner

But you my lady keeps givin us a boner

Its all them buttercups daisies and forget me nots

That thou keeps winding round me knob

 

Undaunted by rejection I am now working on my next collection.