06-08-2014, 09:44 PM
Hi all!
Warning: Sexual content
With apologies to the incomparably great Theodor Seuss Geisel.
Enjoy (I hope)!
The First Day of School
The kids were both gone,
gone out of the flat,
on this first day of school,
both Bonnie and Matt.
Knowing full well they wouldn't play hooky
it was now time for some serious nookie.
No time for gymnastics, no time to be picky,
this was the time for an old-fashioned quickie.
The bus had barely rounded the block,
the Mrs. was drenched; I was hard as a rock.
But where to do it? Ay, there was the rub.
We'd just made the bed; there was no time for the tub.
The dog hogged the couch; the cats had the chairs.
The kids' toys were piled high on the stairs.
To go out into the yard, I hadn't the nerve.
My wife eyed the pantry; breakfast was served.
She hiked up her skirt and bent over the counter.
I dropped my pants and raced over to mount her.
Four hands on the marble just couldn't be beat,
We rocked and we rutted like two goats in heat.
But as we were there, a-bucking and quaking,
it seemed that the floor under our feet was a-shaking!
Of course! Ours wasn't the only celebration
rocking our building off its foundation.
The fitness coach and her hubby were enjoying dynamic tension,
The rabbi and his wife I won't even mention
The electrician was lighting all his wife's lamps.
And us? Ours, indeed, was the breakfast of champs.
But quickies are, quick, and soon we parents were done
and all off to work after having our fun.
Four couples in the lot, with many a nod and a grin
wondering, I'm sure, when we could do it again.
"January 3rd," the Mrs. said in the car with a leer.
"What's happening" I asked, "at that time of year?"
"They go back to school after the long winter break."
I smiled, looking forward to the heat we would make.
Warning: Sexual content
With apologies to the incomparably great Theodor Seuss Geisel.
Enjoy (I hope)!
The First Day of School
The kids were both gone,
gone out of the flat,
on this first day of school,
both Bonnie and Matt.
Knowing full well they wouldn't play hooky
it was now time for some serious nookie.
No time for gymnastics, no time to be picky,
this was the time for an old-fashioned quickie.
The bus had barely rounded the block,
the Mrs. was drenched; I was hard as a rock.
But where to do it? Ay, there was the rub.
We'd just made the bed; there was no time for the tub.
The dog hogged the couch; the cats had the chairs.
The kids' toys were piled high on the stairs.
To go out into the yard, I hadn't the nerve.
My wife eyed the pantry; breakfast was served.
She hiked up her skirt and bent over the counter.
I dropped my pants and raced over to mount her.
Four hands on the marble just couldn't be beat,
We rocked and we rutted like two goats in heat.
But as we were there, a-bucking and quaking,
it seemed that the floor under our feet was a-shaking!
Of course! Ours wasn't the only celebration
rocking our building off its foundation.
The fitness coach and her hubby were enjoying dynamic tension,
The rabbi and his wife I won't even mention
The electrician was lighting all his wife's lamps.
And us? Ours, indeed, was the breakfast of champs.
But quickies are, quick, and soon we parents were done
and all off to work after having our fun.
Four couples in the lot, with many a nod and a grin
wondering, I'm sure, when we could do it again.
"January 3rd," the Mrs. said in the car with a leer.
"What's happening" I asked, "at that time of year?"
"They go back to school after the long winter break."
I smiled, looking forward to the heat we would make.
