Little Lulu, a cute little girl.
in her sundresses loved to just twirl.
Around she kept going,
pink underpants showing.
Her life would become one big “whirl.”
In grade school, she grew to be wild.
Upside down, in the playground, this child
from the monkey bar hung
in her sundress among
all the boys standing round her, who smiled!
As a teen, Lulu still loved to wear
a sundress to make young men stare.
She was thought a great sport
when she wore a dress short,
legs crossed as she sat in a chair.
Little Lulu was so hot to trot
her affection by many was sought
till that cute buttercup
got finally knocked up.
Then a white wedding sundress she bought!
The years crept up quickly on Lulu.
On her porch she now stands and calls, “You-hoo!”
to every old guy
who might give her the eye
as she twirls the huge skirt of her muumuu!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by the contest: "The Sundress"
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~~
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
If I had been born a girl
I wonder what would rock my world
I really have to stop and think
I guess I’d have to start liking pink
One thing I know that would be really great
I know I’d never make a single mistake
I could change my mind all of the time
Oh wait a minute … no I wouldn’t
Well yeah, I guess I would
Yeah, I would change my mind all the time
Naw, that wouldn’t be fair to my guy
Ahh – who cares … surely not I
I suppose I would have to get used to carrying a purse
Of course, there are other things to get used to a whole lot worse
I wouldn’t have to shave my face …
But I would have to shave almost every other place
If I were to be a girl
I don’t think I would be one of those liberated kind
Treat me like a delicate flower
I really would not even mind
I guess I couldn’t burp and fart in public
That would really cramp my style
And I know I couldn’t walk in high heels
Not even for one tenth of a mile
And one thing I know for sure,
I would be the ugliest girl under the sky …
No – I think I’ll just scratch and spit
And thank God I was born a guy
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
I may be fat but I can cook soul food to put you in a good mood I don't mean to be rude but you look like a string bean
You only know how to make sandwiches I can make steaks to take your breath away
you say I look like a steak but you can't even make a cake you need to drink more shakes
I need to eat more salads but at least I have a big wallet
I may be fat but I can dance your eyes are glued to my thighs are you hypnotize yet
Do you want to take a chance and try to beat me in dancing you can't defeat me
I can shake my hips and do flips I can drop it like its hot you can only pop that's not much
Oh, now you want to challenge me but you can't balance on the dance floor
The crowd wants to see me more you were just a bore
I may be fat but I'm the one who looks pretty in this skirt you look silly like Big Bert
You say I don't look good in a bikini because I'm not tiny but at least I'm not bony like you
You say I look like a buffalo but at least I don't have a problem finding a fellow
I don't mean to be a pest but you started this mess why don't you give it a rest
I'm fat but I'm telling you I'm the best you don't need to guess
I may be fat but I'm good at writing poetry
You say that you're good too but people are going to say boo to you
You say that isn't true and I need to pray because I won't win but I know I can
You say that people wouldn't pay cash to see me but they will chase me I have a nice ass
you say your poetry will get publish but that's only a wish I will you forgot to take your pills
Men want to be with me because I have meat on me you only have bones
You say that I don't look like a model but men want to play with me and pay me to date
I may be fat but I found a man who likes me like that but your man said you act like a brat
I'm getting married tomorrow don't feel sorrow
You can laugh but at least I'm glad that I'm not sad or bad and I'm not a brat so take that
Copyright © Ileane Ogilvie | Year Posted 2014
The blend of colors enlightens her day when she decides to embrace them;
She loves various colors which bring alive a girl’s eyes;
Each color depicts the triumph of beauty from within that is eager to fly more than twice;
The charisma of colors vitalizes one’s surrounding being a priceless gem.
Surveying around, she picks her Jimmy Choo;
Picking up her Chanel bag she appreciates her labor of love;
Then she looks at her sister to Shoo;
She knows that materialism and spiritualism is hard work from blessing above.
Copyright © Bhavna khemlani | Year Posted 2012
I've been a bad girl
I've indulged in a desert
Topped with a cherry swirl.
I've been overcome by lust
I have tasted that
delicious graham cracker crust.
I've been less than innocent
When I'm surrounded
By that heavenly cherry scent
I've been very bad it's true
You can punish me
Because I didn't share with you
I've been very very bad
But this is the best cheesecake I have ever had!
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014
I just KNEW I was a woman
a woman inside a man’s body
therefore I went under the knife
(My surgeon said it went well)
But when I looked in the mirror
I was appalled and yes, horrified
Even after applying makeup
and donning a push-up bra
I was just plain----Ug-LEEE
(We shan’t discuss chest-down)
Thus, I had a change of heart
I wanted to restore my manhood
and kindly asked my doctor
for a reverse operation...
Wanna know what she told me??
“GIRL, you ain’t got the BALLS”...
*I hope no one is offended by this...I know this is a serious issue and I totally understand and sympathize with ANYONE who knows in their heart of hearts that this is the correct decision for them, male or female...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true.
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls.
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again.
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
Tonight it feels like, the end of the world
Tonight you showed me, you were never my girl
I wonder do you know, what my heart is doing
Well girl it's breaking in two, since you've gone
Go ahead tell those lies, to all your friends
Go ahead tell them, what a big fool i've been
I wonder will you tell them, you have a heart of stone
Or will you call them, and joke about me on the phone
Well be sure to tell them, how you broke my heart
And how funny it was, when I set down and cried
Tell them how, you tore my world apart
'Cause I know, you won't tell them how you lied
You're gonna have to be careful, when you're drinking
You're gonna have to be sober, when you're bragging
You'll have to learn to shut your mouth, when your wasted
Or everyone will no your a liar, and how your mind is twisted
Well be sure you tell them, how you broke my heart
And how funny it was, when I set down and cried
And tell them how, you tore my world apart
'Cause girl I know, you won't tell them how you lied
Copyright © George Martin | Year Posted 2007
Even though our time is just
A moment here and there
To me you’ll never be
The average everyday affair
I know I’m just a picture
In the memory of your mind
The girl you keep a secret
The girl you leave behind
There was a time I’d lay awake
And dream of you and I
There was a time I wanted more
There was a time I’d cry
For love is never easy
When it’s given just by one
Love is never easy
When for him it’s just for fun
Love is never easy
When you think that it’s for real
But when the spell is broken
It's not love, but lust you feel
Your dreams diminish one by one
Illusions fade away
And in their place reality
Has come to have its say
So now I know the secret
To a passionate affair
To just enjoy the moment
To live without a care
To take each moment as it comes
With eyes now open wide
But always with your secret love
You just enjoy the ride...
Copyright © Raina Hutchins | Year Posted 2009
There sits my bonnie girl, frilly, lacy, all pink and pretty
She boasts of an enviable collection of cute stuff - all Hello Kitty!
A pearly, stone-studded shiny pink Kitty bracelet
With matching rings and hair clips to tame her silky ringlets,
A stylish pair of pink comfy kitty flip-flops
To go with her smooth stretchy night wear tops!
A sassy little Hello Kitty cross-sling bag she wears
Pairing up with chic pink-framed kitty glares,
Kitty pencils, erasers and rulers in a well-stocked tuck box
Her fancy kitty pouches and folders she invariably locks!
A multi-compartment kitty wallet to hoard her loose change
All geared for summer with her Hello kitty swimming range,
A glittery Kitty lunch box to pack her school snack
As she sets off with her pink kitty back pack,
Water tastes better in a kitty sippy water-bottle
Pink all the way, for nothing else she'll settle!
She'd paint the world kitty pink, if the choice is hers
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day she purrs!!
19th Jan 2013
Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2013
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
I saw a girl whose legs were spangled,
They were so long that they easily tangled.
And when she wore her high heeled shoes,
She was a package no man could refuse.
Because when she walked she started to sway,
And set things in motion just the right way.
Lines of young men will stare as she passes,
Hoping for a smile or a bat of her lashes.
But the beautiful girl can’t stop to flirt,
Because her shoes make her feet hurt.
And all she wants is to walk in bare feet,
So when each day ended she’d always retreat.
Off came her shoes when she entered the door.
Because of the pain that she couldn’t ignore.
She’d rub her feet with a smile on her face,
Remembering how well she’d run the day’s race.
The look in their eyes gave her great satisfaction,
She’d received the rewards of each man’s reaction.
Alone in her room she’d sit with her prize,
Her two feet swollen to the next larger size.
I’m not sure which ones are more confused,
The girl herself or the men that she’d used,
To me it seems that she’s playing a game,
And when she wins it she’s alone and lame.
I don’t really get just why she’d play,
What dividends can it possibly pay?
I guess it depends on defining your passion,
And I’ve never been one to understand fashion.
For the Genius or Criminal? contest
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
There once was a girl named Lilly
who often liked to be silly
she put a spoon upon her nose
then she wrote a bit o' prose
and called it mexican chilly !
Copyright © MC MC | Year Posted 2012
Your raging hormones you must ignore
For desires will shake you to your core
Listen to your heart
Before you embark
Make love with someone you truly adore.
Sciences class teaches us what we should know
About body parts and where they should go
Willie goes in Muff
Quicken breaths we huff
All consumed till body fluids flow.
But alas the girl did not have none
Boy finished before girl was done
He is satisfied
She is horrified
Damn the hype about two joining as one.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2012
Copyright © Michael Ward | Year Posted 2014
Here's a tale I've told before
about a silly teenager.
She should have walked into a door
cos' her sense of pride was in danger.
She bought a hot pink bathing suit
with her babysitting money.
Thinking she looked pretty cute
she hoped to impress a honey.
She went to the local swimming pool
wearing this new bikini
hoping that the boys would drool
as the suit was rather teeny!
Jumping off the diving board
it happened so suddenly.
The top of the suit sailed off-oh lord!
And the "girls" were flying free!
Well she stayed in the water till time to go
then captured her top from poolside.
That girl was me I guess you know
and I had nowhere to hide!
The moral of this tale could be
pride goes before a fall.
And if you wear a teeny bikini
make sure it covers all!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
I never will forget in junior high
this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine.
I can’t remember now the reason why,
but she got mad for something asinine.
She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at
the park, beside the water tower.” She
then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat
was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly
of what could be a real bad episode!
So after school with my best friend, I went
And waited for that witch; she never showed!
With great relief, I then began to vent
to my best friend of things that we could do
to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through!
*True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later
went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend!
To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please
view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand
corner above the title of a poem.
For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
I ordered a large pizza pie
What do you want on it asked guy
His question a pearl
Set my mind awhirl
A sexy young girl answered I
Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013
Day one of my regular period,
He always think I’m not in good mood;
Seeing me, he runs away
Do you think I like that way?
My heart isn’t hard as piece of wood.
He’s still single and he lives alone,
He doesn’t know woman’s situation;
Wearing napkins in three days
So uneasy on my ways,
Yet, he’s seeking special attention.
Day two comes, he’s still so hesitant,
He wants me to shout at a distant;
Is he gentle man or gay?
He believes what other’s say
On monthly days, I’m not impatient!
Third day is said to be our last day,
Here he comes saying, “Babe, I’m sorry”
Can I make love with you now?
I believe you, I swear- bow.
Babe, it’s my third day, please go away.
July 4, 2013
Some people believe that some women aren’t in good mood during their monthly period. But, for me, I don’t know;))))) . What I know is, I just love sleeping during these days. I’m always so so sleepy;))))))).
This was especially inspired by the Day One Poem writing contest of my dearest poet sis Linda. The poem was closed when I was about to enter. Anyway, I’m still sharing it with you trying my best again to make you smile. I hope you’ll like it & I hope I did this limerick right. It’s my second attempt to write this form. Thank you so much & have a nice weekend!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
There was a young lady named Rose
Who lit her a fire when the wind blows.
Her house went to flame,
Firemen had came,
When she played with the fireman's hose.
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014
Stop by for a six-pack of beer
‘Hello!’ Smiles the pretty cashier
‘May I see your ID?
(Are you KIDDING me?
You just made my day AND my year!)
‘Store policy’ She says with a blush
(Is she FLIRTING? Does she have a crush?)
Intuition grows crisper
When I hear a soft whisper
‘Anyway, are you in a big rush?’
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
THERE ONCE WAS A GIRL FROM FRANCE
WHO DANCED ON STAGE WITH NO PANTS
SHE SHOWED OFF HER TUSH
BUT NEVER HER BUSH
SHE LEFT THE CROWD IN A TRANCE
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
i am but a girl
in an old woman's body
wanting to break out
Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012
I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled.
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice,
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing:
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke.
That was me just being a bloke!
Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah | Year Posted 2013
You can't tell me that you didn't see this coming.
Dear Miss Monkey Manners, can you spare a minute?
I know that you help apes in trouble and I am knee deep in it.
I have a girl I’ll call Mary Beth, she’s the banana of my eye,
But I found out that she’s been seen swinging with another guy.
I could accept it if it were another ape but this guy is a human man,
I’ve asked around and in the jungle he calls himself Tarzan.
I’ve been working my way up in hopes of one day leading the troupe,
Until now I’m finally the most respected challenger in the group.
I think that I might be alpha worthy, I hope so, but here’s the thing
Everyone in the whole dang jungle now refers to him as king.
Dear Alpha male wannabe, are you saying that you know Tarzan?
If you know where he’ll be on Saturday night, I think I have a plan.
I know that you want her back and I’m sure that your girl is sweet,
But only I can do the things that will make his life complete.
You see he and I have dated before and I know what makes him fall,
I can do something special for him that’s how he got his jungle call.
Once we’re back together he won’t remember your girl’s name,
Then you can be her hero and free her from this shame.
And as for me and Tarzan, well you’d better stick a banana in your ear,
Because the screaming sounds of the king are the only sounds you’ll hear.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
strap on those six-guns
throw on the saddle
and ten-gallon cowboy hat
mount him slowly
and keep it steady
speed it up
pull back hard
and ride him rough
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2013
I think she’s the hots
Ever so sweet
You're in for some treats
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2012
around and around
up and down
again and again
as the sounds of music play
fond of youth and the gay
and the bells
in the one horse open slay
flashes of color and detail flash quickly by
elegant wooden carved animals
with shiny painted tails
prancing horses with nostrils flaring
regal lion with full curly mane staring
and a golden chariot awaiting fair
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014
This Poem is about the 'hard to get' attitude ladies portray to interested guys.
Despite my unbelievable swag
repugnance is her reaction to my flow
despite giving no attention to her
she seeks every opportunity to shout "NO!"
I seldom want to be friendly
but she spits on me like a bitter foe
I then don't give a damn about her
and she takes it like a heavy blow
Out of nothing, she creates a scene
but all I can do is shake my head
and say Oh!
the more I mingle, the worse she gets
but I'll not succumb and act so low
she flaunts her male acquaintances for me to notice
Okay! You have admirers, so?
I guessed this is a one time attitude
but it has been occurring seven weeks in a row
When I register my presence around her
her body rhythm increases as if in physio
trying so hard to pretend
makes her seem like a shy dancing Buffalo
Then, I make her seem not existing
it's not my fault; you reap what you sow
signs of her sufferings begin to show
as her body trembles in sight of me
from head to toe
what a pleasant feeling this brings
seeing her drown in her own woe
She concedes defeat and already surrendering
showing by the way she's changing like melting snow
now playing the nice girl, but my ignore?
Makes her want to stone me with a Hoe
I'm beginning to compromise emotionally too
and I'm scared she will get fed up and go
so, I create my chance and kiss her
as she shows her joy like a swelling dough
revealing her hypocrisy, exhibited right from the beginning.
Since this feeling is now reciprocated,
she shrugs off the attitude and dumps it below
as a new damsel now emitting with an everlasting glow.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
Ah, the brilliant wit of Ilene Bauer
Her poems entertain me by the hour
No matter what she squiggles
She's sure to educe giggles
Brightening my mien when I am dour
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012