this thing in between the legs,
this thing that men go crazy about,
that women use as a weapon,
this vavabobalagoroouis( don’t bother;it’s not in the dictionary) thing that smells something,
this thing that has no price yet price-tags weight it down,
this thing that women go extra miles to keep it moist and tight,
this thing that men would fight and kill for,
this thing that has no expiry date or does it?
this thing that houses mighty men, no matter their sizes,
how do you use your thing?
do you play soccer or tennis with it?
do you know how to keep it’s honor and not let men pushed it in as if you’re trash?
what IS THIS THING?
They found a new-kind-of-love within themselves
Until one sunny sunday when they all met. He with his lanky wife and she with her pot-bellied husband
His wife exclaimed “ohh brother. Good to meet you”
And her husband jumped “ohh sister, how excellent!”
“brother-sister?” they shouted
His wife beamed with joy “sure, darling-we are siblings”
Her husband asked proudly “why, you two know each other?Don’t tell me you’re brother-sister too!”
Almost, almost simultaneously they bursted out “it’s complicated”
He asked her if she was single
She laughed-out-loud “it’s complicated”
He stared hard at her “are you serious. You must be joking right?”
She smiled “it’s so true”
He pulled her to his chest and said “i don’t care, although i am married i would take the bait.”
It was her tend to look surprised “married?”
He laughed “it’s complicated”
And so a forbidden love begun. They crepted out day-in-day-out to meet under the oak tree behind the old house
He whispered and she giggled.