Ballsy

For the gorgeous Samantha Terry.

Balls.

The sexist, metaphorical

things that are in my—ooh,

Possession;

You seem to have them too.

Don’t cry, Sweetheart,

not a tear.

You know we can play too.

We don’t play often,

oh, but when we do…

Balls.

We do fall, but when we

bounce back,

All Hell—breaks—

Loose.

Lucky for us,

they’re only metaphorical.

Lucky for us,

they don’t hide

when

things

get

Tough.

balls

So when you hear him say,

Naughty, are you going there?

You know you'll reply, ever so calmly,

Baby, I’ve been there—

and back.

Ha! Balls...

Cheers,
The Charmonsta'