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I See Limericks That Are Not

A lim'rick needs to be anapest
or maybe not; for I'll now suggest;
it may talk amphibrach
and thereby walk the walk,
but don't use those iambs or the rest.

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Summer's Song - Visual Number 4

When summer's beauty's in full view 
remember that it sings our song,
the song I sang when courting you.
When summer's beauty's in full view 
it seems our marriage vows renew.
This theory simply can't be wrong,
when summer's beauty's in full view 
remember that it sings our song.

May 24, 2015

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Into Clover

Now Hank's sister had a friend named Clover
An attractive and curvey push-over
So it’s hardly any wonder
Hank was an easy push-under
When his sister had Clover come over.

January 2012

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No Rush

It needn't be done right away
It needn't be started today.
I'm not in a hurry,
there's no need to scurry;
postponing most tasks is okay.



"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."
-Mark Twain

June 19, 2015

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The Puppy

An only child I grew up free
of sibling squabbles, which was fine.
No nieces, nephews, there for me,
I was a lone leaf on the vine,
the end of this old family line.
I never felt my life flawed.
I found a puppy in decline.
A puppy was my gift from God.
 
I found the fellow by a tree,
abandoned, nestled by a pine.
We were then poor, but he was free!
I pledged to feed him food of mine.
The way we bonded seemed divine.
My mom and grandma were both awed.
The puppy never once did whine.
A puppy was my gift from God.
 
I taught the puppy where to pee.
He learned to sit with just a sign.
Where ever I was, there was he.
I nursed him 'til his eyes did shine
with life,  no more was he supine.
He slept with me;  he never gnawed.
He filled lonesome days with sunshine.
A puppy was my gift from God.
 
That puppy made my life benign.
Oh, Prince of Peace, men must applaud
the wonder of the grand design.
A puppy is a gift from God.

June 15, 2015

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Unopposed To Camel Toes

Unopposed Camel Toes ( Mono tetra) (Adult)


While watching you promoting clothes
That do away with camel toes
I had misgivings, I suppose
and these are those, and these are those.

It's not so now, but used to be
teen boys would learn anatomy
by watching surreptitiously
hints they would see, hints they would see.

Now girls at ten wear red lipstick
with black mascara brushed on thick
as though they want to turn a trick.
I think that's sick. I think that's sick.

But women out of puberty
who choose to dress outrageously
can make that choice it seems to me.
They should be free, they should be free.

When girls wear tramp stamps on their backs
and see-through clothes are sold at Sak's
and plastic surgeons augment racks
You should relax. Phoenix, relax.

When guys shoved socks into their pants
their meager manhood to enhance
they hoped to heck they'd draw a glance.
they took a chance, they took a chance.

For those of us who only watch
I don't like ideas that would botch
a camel toe define a crotch.
A lovely notch. A lovely notch.

When street-walkers show camel toes
it's advertising 'cus they're "hos"
and one's defined slit clearly shows
just where it goes, just where it goes.

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The Ballad of the Dry Rest Stops

Their dad had had a heart attack 
since they had seen him last.
In May they said, "Let's visit him,
cuz time's a passing fast."

He doesn't drive, he sold his car
so he'll not come to us.
and we can take some time off work 
without a lot of fuss.

They lived in Utah, near that lake,
where faithful Mormons pray.
They planned to use the Interstate,
I-80, all the way.

Their pop had picked Nevada hills
where pines pushed out the sage,
to settle with his younger bride
and cuss the curse of age.

'Twas for the second week in may, 
the two had made their plans.
The day they left, the skies let go 
to fulfill God's demands.

The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed,
(a phrase perhaps quite trite) 
and yet by later afternoon
it seemed a lot like night.

The wipers flopped a steady beat;
their speed was set on high.
The rest-stop at the salt flats though
they found completely dry.

They never thought that strange at all,
just thankful for respite;
they took their time and took a pee,
then took the exit right.

They started up, turned on the lights
and then the wipers too,
for twenty seconds from that stop 
the rain began anew!

They never stopped in Wendover,
(a city in two states),
as still it rained like cats and dogs,
or maybe sheets and plates.

"Pull over at the next rest stop; 
I have a need to pee",
said Bob. They did, and once again,
'twas dry as it could be.

But shortly as they left that place 
the rain had turned to sleet,
and horizontal lightning strikes 
were scary, although neat.

Then at the peak the road was ice
it seemed three inches thick,
and both boys knew this drive would be 
most anything but quick.

Then at the next rest area
where they stopped for relief
the parking lot was smooth and dry 
and fair beyond belief!

They stood and stretched and grinned I guess,
as each of their jaws dropped.
Bizarrely, this continued on
at each and every stop.

In Reno, it was shirt-sleeve mild;
their pop was pleased as punch -
They visited and ate and drank,
and shot the shit a bunch.

"Now boys, don't take so long before 
you visit me again -
just let me know you're comin', and
and I'll control the rain."

© Lawrencealot, May 11, 2015

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The Trijan Refrain

Forgotten in my hurried quest 
with forms  of every kind  
is that this is one of the best
all 'round you'll ever find.
Just try it once, then you will know
a refrain sets your mind aglow.
Just try it once, 
Just try it once -
You'll wear it often, just for show!

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Circus Peek

You wonder how my day was spent?
I snuck into a circus tent;
to take a peek was my intent.
I'm glad I went, I'm glad I went.

A mustached girl from Bogata
looked like my uncle's mom-in-law,
her body though contained no flaw -
not that I saw, not that I saw.

A guy I saw was so tattooed
such artistry I'd never viewed
he liked women I would conclude,
most of them nude, most of them nude.

The strong man lifted heavy weights
A juggler tossed up clubs and plates.
By dallying I tempt the fates
cus mommy waits, cus mommy waits.

 June 12, 2015

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Full Cycle - Hexsonnetta

To beat the summer heat 
boys backs and feet were bare.
We didn't have a care; 
we had enough to eat,
(a diet short on meat
but lacking on despair.)

My grandma lived with us,
and gently guided me
('cus momma worked you see).
Mom had to take a bus.
Nan taught me not to cuss.
We shared a lot, we three. 

We're raising grandkids now
and grandmas sure know how.