A story of would
Speaks of a soul,
Said to be whole
Soon tired of good,
So mused he could
Choose to beguile,
Until he’d succeed
To cough up the child,
Who’d fashion seed
Ought turn the tide,
To that satanish spell
Where he might ride
The good’s other side,
So ye cads listen well
To Beelzebub tell
This tale of a ride,
For be damnably wild,
Sure to finish in hell!
Poetry on a Canapé 
A story of would, than should or could.
But in this poem, better not to wish too hard….
And why not wish hard… ’tis the season to make merry, and for the more daring to be naughty, ergo what better place to embrace than one that’s warm to hot and cosy! Jean-Jacques Fournier
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