Maggie, crabby, had
a vulval fit when she
plaid-sweater'd my
bed, I went mad,
wept deliriously,
slapped her thighs,
all this an aperitif--
once i was a boy
(can you believe?)
springboarded
into voyeurism
now a half-man
doing swan instead
in the booby pen
Maggie's farm when
I've got ahead
& in her hands
Young, undeceived
and so rewarded
by this aneurism
that she's beyond belief--
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