May's a good month. Flowers are abloom, birds go chirpetty chirping, and hormonal urges rise to a climax. If we're extra lucky. Afterall, the May Pole dance beckons your participation. Wink.
So, my dears, may your May be safe and healthy, and may it inspire your luck to rise to new heights. Wink.
Much love.
If anyone deserves to be Queen of the May, it's you, Robyn!
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you, Debra. We won't tell HRH.
DeleteCheers.
But you know the Russikies took over the celebration with their parades, but I bet you do a number of the symbolism of tall missiles and the tank turrets with their ridged guns.
ReplyDeleteRidged, tall armory is my specialty, Jeff. ;-)
DeleteHappy May.
Oh my.
ReplyDeleteOur weather has turned unexpectly brisk and I suspect that outdoor erections wilt, wither and disappear. Perhaps they should read your poem as an antidote. A long lasting and powerful antidote.
Oh no, EC. We can't have wilted erections. That just will not work. May the frigidity subside, such that they launch erect once more. And repeatedly.
DeleteSending thoughts and prayers to that end (or tip or...ayiyi).
Excellent verse. You've given the May Pole a whole new phallic meaning to me. But ribbons? Honestly, I've never thought of that. Ribbons, hmmm, I dunno. Oh okay. I've never danced round a May Pole but everybody else seemed pleased. I'm an old man with much to learn.
ReplyDeleteWell, Geo, I suggest mentioning ribbons to your wife - just to let her know you're open to the idea. It's the open-minded man that brings out a woman's most enticing moves.
DeleteSilly and sexy all in one!
ReplyDeleteI strive for that combination, Alex. Thank you.
DeleteHappy Cinco de Mayo and so glad the pole dance erotica poem rises again. Every year, it's a symbol of renewal and hope and the crazy. This year, just keep the distance and writhe with glee from afar. Then hoist a Corona to cool off. Cheers and Ole
ReplyDeleteWhewy, that was a seductively worded comment, my friend. You're very good.
DeleteHappy Cinco de Mayo, Joanne!
Well this virus has put a damper on dancing and rising the May pole as much as I would like.
ReplyDeleteI know, but think of all the new meaning you could put to penetrating your own isolation, Bathwater.
DeleteI guess we have to dance with our own poles now.
ReplyDeleteNot at all, Diane. We just have to find poles that are 6 feet or longer. (Ha. Can you imagine?)
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DeleteI remember dancing around the Maypole when I was quite young--perhaps in first or second grade, weaving in and out with the ribbons. I seem to have a different memory of what went on there than what you portray here--thankfully! :) Thanks for the smiles, Robyn. Happy May to you.
ReplyDeleteI think I lost some innocence along the way.
DeleteSmiles.
Thank you, Connie.
Keep those smiles.
haha may be a few less poles to grab onto these days
ReplyDeleteTell me about it, Pat.
DeleteHaha.
Cheers.