Balls of Pearls

Monday mornings are mad rush days Gym craze arouses Tuesday and Thursdays Wednesdays you look like the camel’s hump And by Friday you play “I cannot come in, for there’s a lump”. Your precious neck Always occurring a lump Well what if one day I squeezed that plump Plump robust beating neck A string of rocks Seated intricately on my spine After the mad dash of lipstick Of curlers, of damp towels dripping wine You lift mine tail to be seated upon a pale Pale white-woman plump robust beating neck Neighboring Mr. Law of the Ockets Overtop the arterial vein Clenched his clasp ever so tightly “‘Twas an error” he snorted Until Wednesday chortled “She looks like the camel’s rump” Perhaps one day I shall grow balls of pearls And choke that plump Plump pale white-woman robust beating neck Of the upper class working dame.