Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Hello Sweetie

Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey

It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow

Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore

But let's get back to me and my sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hoopty dooing!



© Jack Ellison 2013

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Seren Roberts February 3, 2013 at 9:36 PM Oh my Jack, my feet are a no no, have humerous feet. But ears neck etc is ok lol. Love it Jack hope your wife realises your a gem.....Seren Jack Ellison February 4, 2013 at 6:37 AM "humerous feet" ... never heard that one before! LOL Hugs, Jack xox

Russell Sivey February 3, 2013 at 1:06 PM Yes! All that hoopty dooing sure is a wonderful thing my friend! I love having all this fun with my sweetie, she just loves her neck smooched on...gently of course! This poem reminded me of this, and so I must try some of this tonight, time to have some fun with my sweetie! This is a tremendous poem, I loved reading each and every line this afternoon! What an outstanding piece, Great Work!! Jack Ellison February 4, 2013 at 6:36 AM "so I must try some of this tonight" let me know how that all worked out! LOL

Richard Lamoureux February 3, 2013 at 9:52 AM Foot Fetish! Or is it just toes? Good to see the furnace is well stoked. Thanks for the chuckle and smile. Make as much noise as you want, they probably can't hear without turning up their hearing aids. Jack Ellison February 4, 2013 at 6:34 AM WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Did you say something... damn hearing aid... guess I need new batteries!

Carol Eastman February 3, 2013 at 7:18 AM My Hubby said he'd just crank his music up, too. He said he's not a toes person, himself... You Guys! LOL... After reading your potty humor poem my Hubby says he wants me to write a poem "The Princess named Poop-erella". "Oh No! My Hubby has an evil Twin too... in the basement with the Trolls. LOL Jack Ellison February 4, 2013 at 6:33 AM "Poop-erella" I'm on it! LOL LOve and big hugs, Jack xoxoxox

Toquyen Harrell February 3, 2013 at 7:12 AM Don't make too much noise, Jack, lol! You don't want them to alert the whole neighborhood :) Clearly you are having too much fun! Can see why you stay young :) Jack Ellison February 4, 2013 at 6:31 AM YUP! Too too much fun! LOL Hugs from the young old fellow!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 3, 2013 at 5:05 AM I was caught by the title of your poem Jack ........ was quite sure it was me you wrote it for .... lol .... - Beautiful written. - Have a lovely Sunday with your "Sweetie". - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Jack Ellison February 3, 2013 at 5:14 AM Uh... yes... it was... you, my dear Anne Lise! LOL You ARE a sweetie, dear friend! I still remember you were the first to welcome me to the Soup back in August! I have never forgotten! Oodles of love, Jack xox