Read Write Poem 104

A poem based on Dr. Ruth's 10 point Recipe for a Sex Poem

'All I want for Xmas is a Fridge'

the heat was filthy that night
she tossed and turned
sticking to her sheets
got up and went to the kitchen
lit softly by a street lamp outside
she looked out of the uncurtained window
beads of sweat glistened
about her neck like a
jewelled necklace
her night gown cling wrapped
to her majestic orbs and triumphant mounds
of boadicean granite like a second skin

the old barely functioning fridge
vibrating away in the corner
like a paddle boat steamer
hummed its relentless
rollin' rollin 'rollin'
rollin' rollin' rollin'
providing the ritornello
to Ray's concerto across the road
roy rogering his mrs
at the same time every week
to the 'Rawhide' tune full blast
with added sound effects of
cracking whips and cowboy yelps
helpful hints that came with
the viagra pack

With Frankie Laine ringing in her ears
she opens the fridge door
to get a cool drink
when her eye catches
an odd shape in the dark
at the back
gingerly she pulls it out
and holding the limp
shrivelled radish in
the palm of her hand
sighs wistfully
It was the first time
she had thought of him in years