Herbert Nehrlich - Encounters

A very fat girl fom Toulouse
had invited me up for the views.
I was really too short
so we had to abort
and we watched on the telly the news.

She was restless and rubbed her fat thighs.
Then she spoke and said thirteen more tries.
We may wear the fat down
and she took off her gown.
There were fire and heat in her eyes.

It was crazy for her to expect
for a member, though fully erect,
to reach gorges that deep
(and the entrance was steep)
we would never quite interconnect.

What a pity, I said and I think
that she did overdo on the drink.
Then she danced in the nude
I don't mean to be rude
but I felt him to cower and shrink.

I did bid my farewell to the lass
she was still pirouetting her mass.
Then I met a bulimic
who was short and anemic
and she had neither boobs nor an ass.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/encounters/