Why do I keep hugging men?

I’ve only done it twice

but it’s so nice!

1)The gentle taxidermist,

quietly collecting coffee spoons.

2)The anorexic poet,

all whispers and gl-i-i-i-ding gestures.

3)The jokey local butcher - well,

I haven’t hugged him yet!

But I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.

Now I’ve started hugging them

I don’t want to stop.

I have a hugging-men addiction.

I have got the hugbug!

I fear that soon, in my local village

Where I live alone

I will get the reputation

Of the lady who gives men hugs

But never takes them home!  ;-)