The Toast
Sex is randy, gorgeous fun;
For some vagina, others bum;
Or 'twixt the tits; fellatio;
Grimaced faces. "Yes! Yes! Oh..."
So:- . . . .
To Callow Youth and Wrinkled Crone,
The onanist who lusts alone,
Married, Single, Priest or Quack,
Raging Nymphomaniac,
Nubile Maid and Rampant Buck;
Pray raise your glass to All Who Fuck.
Wow Hallmark..have really come a long way since "Roses are Red...Violets are Blue..
Valentine's will never be the same..?
I have also written a poem on Valentines. That was a few years before this one though. This was inspired after hearing a Toast-Master's address, in bad rhyme and bad taste, at a party that was being held to celebrate two people moving in together.
This may be tough to get into an American printed anthology.
It's on my page in this American site.
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