The Duel...

My childish infatuation for men who behaved gallantly and settled scores with a wierd sense of honour is seen in this piece.. Its a common tale quite often heard, with a twist in the end to spur the imagination of the reader.. enjoy!



The two men stood far apart
their duel was ready to start
each wore a grim look on his face
dare not back out for the disgrace

The pretty lady sat in the shade
fanned and comforted by her maid
Her eyes open wide with childish fear
for One would die, she was sure

She knew them both equally well
they both loved her, she could tell
she wished she could have done something
Even split herself in two for the giving

But the age old story had to unfold
the fight for a woman had to be told
two men dueling to win the ladys favour
A triumphant story of bravery and honour

The gentlemen stole her a longing look
her captivating beauty in they took
unfair that it would be settled this way
but her with the other, neither could bear

Two shots rang out in the the fight
The lady almost fainted at the sight
for both men had buckled at the sound
each sprawled akwardly on the ground

As the bodies were silently carried away
Onlookers felt sorry for the Lady that day
At the end she had lost both her gallant men
her life would be empty, it seemed to them

The story would have ended there
but for a twist found by the coroner
both men had been shot in their back
and neither had yet fired his revolver..

An Experience to remember

This theme I picked up from a mail forward and found it a good laugh. So I put it in my own words.. and hey presto.. heres a piece

She walked in, her expectations high
Excitment glittered from her eye
She had waited long saving every dime
Would she meet her match this time?

She waited seating herself comfortably
And yes definately noticed her did he
the tall handsome stranger in the corner
walked with confidence and over her tower

She watched wide eyed as he flashed his wares
Murmurred soothing words in her ears
She knew she had the choice right
he did know how a woman to delight

Not a moment extra did he waste
knelt down before her in measured haste
with expert hands released her constrictions
baring her skin she felt no inhibhitions

She took a deep breadth as he opened his goods
His hands holding her, she felt the moods
Her pulse raced wildly in anticipation
her body trembled in this helpless situation

He was calm and confident in his ways
She felt comforted under his steady gaze
his hands working expertly caressing light
taking her to that new dizzy hieght

And Lo! in the midst of all the frenzy
as she rode the wave of expectant ectasy
he hesitated just that tiny bit
she froze...... was it tooo big!!

With a heave of relief it slipped in
a perfect fit as glove with hand within
She felt elated like never before
tears in her eyes to the fore

She watched herself in the mirror
how many times had she dreamed of this
blood pulsating in her ears with fervour
It was a spectacle she wud never miss

He smiled knowingly as she arose
she would be back again in the same pose
her aching desire fulfilled, she was happy
proud owner of a new pair of shoes was she!



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