Three Poems By Carlton Hunt
THE DEFLOWERING OF MISS PETAL
(Performing floral sex)
Blossoming in ribbons and bows,
she's feeling thorny,
in any other game, a rose.
So quiet you could hear a snowdrop,
I nipped her in the bud,
Best in show, pick of the crop.
Searching for fools marigold
I kissed her on the tulips,
A pound a bunch, to have and to hold.
The scene of domestic violets,
With fertile thoughts in my head,
To plant her into my flowerbed.
Forget me not in the mass wisteria,
It was completely lupin,
Committing carnation sin
I'm totally head over heals in foxglove,
Absolutely blooming triffid, my son.
PISSED FAMILY ROBINSON
Factory fortnight suffering with snakebite,
Dribbling between two lukewarm seats
A glittering prize from the underage heats,
Bra-top girl's family paradise,
Comes with bitter lemon and a slice.
Dancing on duty, handstand of beauty,
Sweeping around the cabaret hell,
Two generations of lacquer and brain gel,
Crop top diva naming a low price,
Dog end of weekend, pickled in old spice.
Hen night, green light, shoes that are too tight,
A Lycra legging of lamb to the slaughter,
Vodka delirium, like mutton like daughter,
Cock sure trawler hauls in an easy catch,
Nearly sixteen, fresh from the cabbage patch.
Open gate, too late, swallowed her new fate,
Cold morning after in the chalet of shame,
A leg over loser in the live bingo game,
Vanity farm's summer pigs roast in the sun,
Drowning in lager and calling it fun.