Not quite The Monkees

The Monkees sung about loving Valerie, so I wrote a poem about loving Valkyries. (As Barry Norman may have said: “And why not..?”)

Valkyries
As tall as trees
Those buxom breasted broads
Leather tunics straining
Into battle, swinging swords
Flaxon braids, a sheen of sweat
Flashing blades, a crimson jet
Of blood. A kill. My Valkyrie
Victorious once more
Removes her leather armour
As I step in through the door
Valkyrie erotically
Divested of her swords
Rides again in battle
Lewd, Licentious, buxom broad.

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