if

If I flittered on your flutter would you smile?
Or would you mutter
Like some sort of little nutter lost inside my paper
cutter?

If I munched upon your lunch would you laugh?
Or would you crunch
Upon my fingers and my tongue and make me feel that I was
yongue?

And if I tickled where it trickled would you grin?
Or would you quibble
When everything began to dribble, please could I have a little
Nibble?

If we were walking thru the pass and I squeezed your
Lovely ass,
Would you look at me and grin, and encourage me into some
Sin?

If we were walking on the beach, with everything
just out of reach
And if the world spun out of whack and went to hell
ere we got back,

and if the path across the sea seemed to be all
that it should be….

would you walk that path with me?

Author’s comment: This is the first of a 3-piece series that I wrote close to fifteen years ago. It reeks of chauvinism (or something) and is decidedly politically incorrect. As a poet, I claim the right to be able to string words together, either with or without consideration for the overall ‘meaning’ of the verse.

If you find it offensive, there is a simple solution; don’t read it again!