Two and Eight

Sitting in a right state
Future grasped by fate
My story I shall narrate

Went to club to gyrate
Loud wild music pulsate
Saw a girl who looked great
Initial target merely orate
Ours egos to inflate
Hopeful of number to notate
But when venue forced us to vacate
Then homeward did we migrate
With many stops for being intimate
Finally home with new playmate
Off to bed; objective penetrate!

Morning after, slowly memories filtrate
Slow dawning horror on viewing roommate
Realisation too late…
jailbait!

Forever man

Forever man sitting
Always on that porch
Watching a busy world
From beneath a shady brim
Feet upon whitewashed handrail
Chair tilted back at forty degrees
Nearly touching dusty pane
Forever man watches
As we watch him