Sad how they fooled around
with lollygag, it’s just too bad.
Come with me my sweet,
upon my lap have a seat.
We shan’t dawdle,
but we may well diddle
if you’re up for some
mixing DNA marks us
a fine pair of
out for a pleasant afternoon poke.
For the best, we both have hope.
Look both ways for that quiet little corner for making memories.
Mind the gaps and camera angles.
“Nowadays, lollygag doesn’t usually carry such naughty connotations, but back in 1946, one Navy captain considered lollygagging enough of a problem to issue this stern warning: ‘Lovemaking and lollygagging are hereby strictly forbidden…. The holding of hands, osculation and constant embracing of WAVES [Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service], corpsmen or civilians and sailors or any combination of male and female personnel is a violation of naval discipline….’”
(Source: The Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster Inc., https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/lollygag. Accessed 5 January 2020.)
2 thoughts on “Poetry: Sammie’s Weekender 138, lollygag”
Cute! Well done! Poke was the SOCS word yesterday — did you even know that?
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Thank you, Joey.
I did not know that about SOCS. Kind of a behind weekend for me (kin folk visiting).
I was using the word poke in the sense of Larry McMurtry in Lonesome Dove, and in this quote: “A man that ain’t willin’ to cheat for a poke don’t want it bad enough” by Augustus “Gus” McCrae” in the book.