The Virgin Poet
He lies at home in his single bed all alone,
Conjuring up in his head another new poem,
About a lover who does not really exist,
But in his mind her image still persists.
He’s forty years old and has never been with a girl.
He’s afraid to leave his room for the outside world.
What he knows of love he learned from his TV,
Yet he amazes us all with his beautiful poetry.
His prose is full of pure, virtuous, sensual imagery;
He describes his lover in a woman’s perfect symmetry.
You feel his love full of romance and desire;
His words of lust ignite your passionate fire.
The man who writes verse about what he never knew
Produces images that no experienced lover can out do,
As he lies at home in his single bed all alone,
Conjuring up in his head another new poem.
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