No Pressure


They talked in a whisper
thinking no one could hear
but their susurration
came through loud and clear.

From what I overheard
they were up to no good.
She sounded as if
she doubted his manhood.

I see that now it’s hard
but I know it will deflate,
slowly but surely,
at an alarming rate.

I will not be able
to sit on it astride
and will have to miss
an enjoyable ride.

When he reassured her
that a tyre repair kit
would fix the puncture,
I felt like a twit.


© Luigi Pagano 2020

© ionicus 2020
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A tad risqué, I can see the old seaside postcard, but good fun!

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