The Doorbell

Unexpectedly at a dinner party it was commented upon that I was a writer and poet. On confirmation, the commentator then asked me to spontaneously write a poem about a woman’s breast and a doorbell to prove my command of the language. This is what I wrote.

Poetry: A Woman’s Breast and the Door-bell

by Liam

Let my attest, this thing address

The beauty of a woman breast

Is that which, when the door-bells rung

Will open, in she’ll come

It’s then alone, not before

The fun begins, leads to more

Than bells could ring when heavens door

Too opens wide

She will let you slide inside

Hear aloud the angels sing

What a price this bell did bring

You my friend must wear her wedding ring

So caution be when at the door

For a woman’s ring means so much more.

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