The 99 Poem Challenge
Fox-Trot-9
72. Rhyme Royal — Pervert Hotline
They're here and there and everywhere behind
Their gazes of calm and masks of quiet cheer,
But for you pretty women, you should mind
Yourselves to guard against the subtle leer
Going up and down your bodies when you're near:
For in the pervert's mind are picture shows
Of you in varied states of losing clothes.
Ah, so you blush to think of handsome guys
And simper at the thought you're looking fine?
Have you been subject to their ogling eyes?
Or felt a chill go up and down your spine?
Or felt that their intentions are malign?
Ah, now you're taking this more honestly;
Thank God, you have not lost your modesty.
I know, I know. The world can be a place
Of ugly thoughts inside the heads of men,
Ugly or handsome, young or old. Let's face
The simple fact that men are perverts when
They stare at you again, again and again,
As if their eyes come from the Devil's stock
With the added item of a hardened cock.
Now do not get me wrong. The masculine
Gender is half the reason why we are
Even breathing, but when the feminine
Is under the surveillance of bizarre
Dudes with bizarre imaginings that jar
Us in a mold of sexy lambs and sexy
Kittens, we'll show them more than eye-candy!
Let's show these pervert bastards we are strong
And give their roving eyes the middle finger;
Let's show them where their ogling eyes belong
When their inspections on our privates linger;
We'll show these pervs we have our own goldfinger
And finger on them where it really hurts!
Call this toll-free number: 1-800-PERVERTS.
(To be continued...)
A/N: The Rhyme Royal, introduced into English by Geoffrey Chaucer, are is a Medieval poetic for of 7-line stanzas usually in iambic pentameter. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a tercet and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c). This allows for variety, especially when the form is used for longer narrative poems.
Meter: Iambic pentameter
Rhyme: ababbcc dedeeff...