London Crawling Bureau
This she-spy fixation I’ve heeded
As lad, Mrs. Peel, badly needed
D. Rigg was indeed
The best ‘half’of Steed
"Hit me, Brit invasion!” I pleaded
No Freudian images here
What’s seen is most blatant and clear
Though she’s having fun
With snake and cannon
Your mind, from the gutter, please steer
Rigg's wardrobe--it was a bit much
ReplyDeleteWith leather and zippers and such
Her sleek, sexy poise
Made pubescent boys
Desirous to reach out and touch
Perhaps the nearsighted mistook her
ReplyDeleteFor b&d ‘dom’ or a hooker
But only the blind
And feeble of mind
Would find that she wasn’t a looker
The pernicious Mrs. E. Peel
ReplyDeleteDelicious from hair flip to heel
But how to romance
In tight '60s pants?
One's wishes are hard to conceal
Rarely did Emma let her guard slip
ReplyDeleteA large surplus of smarts, not a dip
Through dark hallways she'd slink
Stopping crooks with a wink
More than they, over her, would go *flip*
To Norm:
ReplyDeleteNow don’t be a cad or a blighter
For Peel’s not some bird or one-nighter
And do not forget
That when you get wet
Your skin hugging duds get much tighter
The sight of Diana in skirt
ReplyDeleteSo mini one's eyes can't avert
So help me, Ralph,
I can't stop myself
Straight into my pants I do spurt
I cannot believe you went there
ReplyDeleteDescribing your business--beware:
Observe some decorum
While you’re in this forum
Or else we will yank underwear
Describing a little wet dream
ReplyDeleteMaybe is a bit too extreme
Your advice I will take
And be more opaque
And come to the top just like cream