Don'T Feast Our Eyes In Public Places

You are free to walk with bobbing boobs
and bend the rays of straying eyes to fall there.
Showing your wares, you don't go down tubes;
but baring your hideouts, you give me nightmare.
You hug, kiss, and the treats, the eyes around share.
To escape the Melbourne cold winds, each one fleets.
But I heave out sighs seeing thighs in the streets.

by Rajendran Muthiah

Comments (5)

What is the name of the ship? Why did Mr Carroll not give it?
Absolutely brilliant. God is indeed a Boojum!
Give me a break. I made it through the first FIT and saw how much was left and couldn't read any more. I wanted a poem, not a novel.
This poem is a bit long for my taste since I prefer shorter ones, but I can`t deny that the language here to make a funny try works well. And the poem is funny but no with a careless humor. It loooks as if the words were chosen carefully. Yes, this poem gave me a laugh or two, but the long reading took the best of me, and I could have appreciated more the cleverness of the diction, But I did not. Luis Estable
Lewis Carroll is my favourite poet.