by Tina Barry
My vagina invites you to a party
Whenever your time frees up
Or now,
Now would be better
You see, it remembers the evening
When it left your apartment
A pack of dogs followed it home
the neighborhood tomcat
Balls bouncing
Scaled the fire escape
Sprayed the bedroom window
You wouldn't recognize my vagina now
It's so well behaved
Sitting all day on an office chair
In cotton underpants
While it yearns for the days
Of trimming and perfume
A walking florist's shop
With the sign swinging
No need to r.s.v.p.
Or bring anything
Just get here
The cat's at the window
And dogs circle the block
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Because it's Friday and I'm another day older...
It's all good. The last stanza is boffo.
Thanks, Steven!
Like this version, Tina. The last two stanzas are great.*
Thanks, Joanie. It's better without "slutty"!
Very good work, Tina.
Nice work, Tina. Especially like the closing stanza.
Thanks Gary and Sam, glad you like the poem.