LOVE POEMS

AMSTERDAM TO FRANCE

AMSTERDAM TO FRANCE

[An unusual poem of mine, which just happened, never, maybe, to recur]



I met her in Amsterdam,
Then I took her to France.
There in a cosy bar we
Had a sensuous dance.

We danced and drank till midnight,
When it was time to go.
But where to go we knew not;
So we just had a blow.

Oh, what a blow job was it!
It blew me off my head.
But now her own desire was
Truly inflamed in stead.

My purse was almost empty;
Hotel I could not hire.
We found a bench in the park.
There we let out our fire.


* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format


* EXPLANATORY NOTE:

All my writings are devoid of sexual content. Then, why this exception?

It calls for explanation.

As a matter of fact, it is writing.com which is to be blamed:)

First, it made a poet out of me. Then, it taught me much about rhyme and meter. Also, it gave me a free upgrade for 3 months. I made Ithe best of that opportunity and filled up the permissible quota of items. Then, I started buying 3- monthly upgrades, till it started the auto-reward system. I thought: if I can’t publish my poems and earn a living from writing, let my writing at least pay for my upgrade. So I started collecting GP by reviewing items. And, while doing so, I happen to review "Invalid Item" , which contains the sentence: “See, we met in Amsterdam”. So far, so good. But as I read the prose story, my poetic antennae, grafted in my head by writing.com, told me that “I met her in Amsterdam” would make a great opening line for a 7-6-7-6 rhymed poem! S

So, I wrote a poem opening with that line, keeping the content patterned on that of the story I was reviewing.

Am I to blame?


M C Gupta
16 September 2005