Roger writes some madcap poetry - mostly about his poor maligned wife
, and he has a weird and wonderful sense of humour that goes where it shouldn't sometimes. He is one of a group of about about 5 poets over here that vie for the winnings at each poets brawl we have - the rest of us don't usually get a look in.I write serious poetry, and just cannot master the art of writing humor. So, imagine my surprise - and everyone else's!! - when I won the poets brawl this year. Poor old Roger - who was sure he had the winning poem - cops a ribbing up here in Geraldton from his mates - especially when we are all out together - about pipped by me. And I still can't believe it happened - with a poem I didn't think was very funny!!
But I have to make the most of the situation - because it isn't likely to happen again!! 
Feeling Sexy
© Irene Conner 18/02/15
I opened up the closet door to see what clothes still fit;
I wouldn't say I've put on weight - well, maybe, just a bit!
It seems so long since I've had time to really primp and preen -
it makes me feel so special; makes me feel just like a queen.
So, first I take a silken bra that fits me like a glove,
a pair of silken panties - they're the type I really love.
I pull them up and strike a pose - the mirror shows it all......
(but I pretend it does not show they're just a little small!!)
I take a little strapless gown, and slide it down my chest;
a pair of black stilettos - now I really look my best.
I'm feeling really sexy; feeling trim and taut and thin;
I've loving being home alone ......... but then my wife walks in!!
Obviously, my topic was "but then my wife walks in."
They were announcing the topic as each poet walked up - so had to make sure they didn't tell mine and ruin my punchline!
