Judy's Joy Locket

by Robert Scott Leyse

Judy was bored at work, staring at the wall,
Ready to scamper screaming down the hall;
But now she's quite content: why is that?
Seems she's pinkie-probing her pussy cat.

(refrain)

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Assuages wear and tear!

Judy's taking tea in Gramercy Park
And in her eyes there's a suspicious spark:
What things does the suspicious spark speak of?
Why, Judy's dildoing her itchy glove
Under cover of clothes draped in her lap:
When she gets home, she'll take a lengthy nap.

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Chases off despair, is a love affair!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Is a sensation rare!

Naptime done, Judy's dressing for a date
In haste; even so, she'll be an hour late.
Only an hour late? Make that at least two:
She's sprawled on couch, mining more honeydew.

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Keeps her complexion fair!

Judy's two plus hours late, her date's annoyed;
He says he hopes she's truly overjoyed
At having made him wait, calls her "Dizzy
Ditz!" and dumps her. She's instantly fizzy
Again – itchy afire – between her thighs:
She hops into a cab, shudders and sighs
While buttering her digits a fourth time!
(Here's another stanza line for the rhyme.)

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Chases off despair, is a love affair!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Is sure psychic repair!

Judy's home now, reclining in her bed;
Her locket, however, is far from dead:

Good as plug in socket,
Judy's finger rocket
Gets busy down below –
Her pussy says: "Hello!"
Soon it's shortness of breath,
Her fifth la petite death!

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Renews beyond compare!

Judy, eyes shut, is seemingly sleeping –
Not exactly: her fingers are creeping
Downstairs to locket's entryway again:
It's not long before she wears a sixth grin.

Whether she's awake or dreaming,
Judy's joy locket is scheming
To fountain bright once more;
But it's all for the best:
Judy's certainly blessed,
Tickled pink to the core!

__________

Robert Scott Leyse was born in San Francisco, grew up in various locales about America, lived in Paris for a spell, and now resides on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Upon arrival in Manhattan he lived in several East Village dumps and worked as a New York cab driver on the night shift, with the aim of atoning for a sheltered upbringing and having adventures the likes of which he'd never had before and he wasn't disappointed; subsequently he acquired over a dozen years of experience in the legal field, where he was pleasantly surprised to find that additional adventures, of the office politics and shenanigans variety, were to be had; presently he works in the advertising field, where he's not looking for any special adventures, having decided to keep work separate from fun and games and have secrets that are easier to keep. He skis in Sun Valley, Idaho, surfs with board and body in southern California and Puerto Rico, once took a belly dance class in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and the most incandescent yoga class he’s ever had was on a stand-up paddle board in Condado Lagoon during a furious rainstorm. He eats fish heads and insects and drinks blood, but can’t be paid to eat potato chips or cake.

His three novels are: Liaisons for Laughs: Angie & Ella’s Summer of Delirium (July, 2009), Self-Murder (April, 2010), and Attraction and Repulsion (June, 2011). His two novellas are Penelope Prim and Tallulah Tempest (both February, 2015). The latter was originally intended to be a send-up of volatile relationships but turned out to be an appreciation and celebration of them instead: sometimes a tale decides where it wishes to go, the author be damned. Forthcoming are collections of short stories, epigrams, and more novellas.

Judy's Joy Locket
© 2003 by Robert Scott Leyse
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