Roses are red
Rob's Bishop is bashed?
And chess pieces
Up Dee's dress are stashed?
Roses are red
Up early am I
Awake with an urge
To Lush I will try
A poke round the rooms
Any fun to be had?
The tingle is growing
I so need to be bad
Tight nipples I tease
Both hard, matching
Hips starting to move
The itch needs a scratching
Southwards my fingers
Their journey do make
Into my panties
Finding a lake
A rub, a press
A slip and a slide
Down silken lips
My fingers do glide
The alarm it starts blaring
Making me glower
At least it is Friday
Time to go hit the shower
Roses are red
Heidi's annoyed
She wants to see
More verse deployed
The ultimatum she gives
One wouldn't want to forsake
To cross her would be
A grave mistake
So time to find
A muse, an idea
To keep my sis
From swatting my rear
But wait, hold up
Would it be not so grand
To have her behind me
Paddle in hand?
So Roses are red
Oh sure , that is swell
But maybe, just maybe
A rosy arse as well?
Roses are red
Heidi said I should come
To put on a poem
Let's get this one done
It can't be that tricky
It can't be that hard
To join some thoughts together
I've seen it on card
Dee's a friend too
With them i shall sit
I just hope my rhyming
Isn't really......rubbish.