Whip It Out

'Whip it out', I said politely,

'A souvenir it then can be,

For sure it will be tucked away

Where it won`t bother me'.



Your answer gave me quite a shock

When you said, you just weren`t willing,

So I listened on and on

To that infernal drilling.



I closed my eyes so tightly

Tried to think of palm trees on a beach,

Alas, that beautiful image

Was far out of my reach.



You continued talking

Leaving me to wonder why,

For goodness sake, it was enough

To make a woman want to cry.



You knew I couldn`t answer

Already you`d made sure of that,

When your fingers jammed in my mouth

No way could I chew the fat.



At last my ordeal was over

The treatment was complete,

My voice(the traitor) said

'Thank you', as I stood on my feet.