A ditty to my titty
There you are upon my chest
You used to be the boob I loved best
But now all you do is cause me grief
I just need a moments relief
But you would rather swell and cause me pain
Make my skin itch again and again
This journey so far , has been too long
I’m starting to think we don’t belong
To add insult to injury there’s a wound that won’t heal
I’m forced to wear dressings-I’m sick of this deal!
This wound has ruined nearly all of my bras
I think this issue has gone too far!!
Now my skin is attacking me
Itch itch scratch scratch
please just let me be!!
So here it is- a ditty to my titty
I beg you please- stop being so ty
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Santa stole all of my stuff and he ran off with my spouse.
That fatso stole everything that I had.
I was shocked because Santa went bad.
All that he gave me for Christmas was the finger and some coal.
I decided to get even this morning when I went to the North Pole.
I gave his reindeers liquor and got them drunk.
When Santa started flying, his ship was sunk.
His reindeers crashed and Santa has a lot of broken bones.
And to add insult to injury, I pelted the punk with stones.
Now Santa is in the hospital in a body cast.
I got even for what he did one year in the past.
Bearing the brunt of betrayal,
his long-time lady lover leaves him
for another flame. Surprisingly saying
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"
Broken by a brutal blindside
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend
the reason; the shock shook him
like a loud trembling thunder
shakes someone out in the rain
Suddenly lovelorn,
he's left wondering why.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
To add insult to injury, he learns
she left him for his best friend, Bruce.
STRAND CHOICE P,any form,any theme Poetry Contest( Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 03/24/2020
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I’ve gone and broken my big toe,
I slipped and fell and injured it, in the freshly fallen snow!
I was carrying the Christmas tree, the one that set alight
Though the chap in the hardware store swore the lights would be alright!!
I’d gone to get some batteries, triple A, I was assured,
By the chap at the hardware store, whose knowledge I applaud,
But my smoke alarm is double A, and so it didn’t work,
When the Christmas tree set on fire and my wife called me a jerk!
But you haven’t heard the worst of it, I almost dare not tell,
Because all of the Christmas presents, set alight as well.
You see we keep to our tradition, put the gifts under the tree
And to add insult to injury was the vicinity of our settee.
The only saving grace was that our tv did not perish,
So I’m sat upon the floor, at least I’ve got the films to relish,
With remote safely in hand I search the films I most desire,
But the message on the screen says ‘your subscription has expired!’
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Date. : 4th December 2019
Sponsor. : Joseph May
Please don't add insult to injury
Let’s agree to disagree
Somewhere somehow inadvertently
You lost the last of your integrity
You’re not the boss of me
You’ve forgotten the basics of courtesy
And carry on quite dastardly
You spit out words maliciously
At every opportunity
You’re not the boss of me
So moody and such vulgarity
Not a bone of decency
You don’t deserve my loyalty
I’m not the cure for your ennui
You’re not the boss of me
You walk around obnoxiously
In your heart there’s cruelty
Spewing comments begrudgingly
Everyone deserves their dignity
You’re not the boss of me
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2020
We are happy to let you know that you have qualified for a $500,000 new house free of charge,
Said a computerized voice when I answered my phone.
No thank you, I say, and I click the receiver.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
Did you just hang up on me? A monotone computer voice asks me.
Amazing!
I hang up the phone.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
The robotic voice says sternly, “I have reported you to the Technological Society. Police will be arriving.”
What?
I laugh and hang up.
The officers are at my door in seconds.
“Are you prejudiced against computers?” Officer Sternly asks me.
No.
“Did you hang up on one?”
Yes.
“Why?”
The computer swore at me, I tell him.
A total lie, but I doubt this is going any farther.
So now the computers have more rights than I do in my own home?
Just when I thought things could not get any more ridiculous!
To add insult to injury, my sister-in-law got the free $500,000 house.
J-ust paint the wound with care
U-ntil the heartaches end;
N-ever rub salt into the cut, it's not too late to mend.
P-aint the wound with care,
A-s you reform the damage;
N-ever add insult to injury,
U-nderstand the pain's message.
G-ash February seventeenth is just due for repair;
A-llow your hands of concern to paint the wound with care.
You're a horse with an idiot paint job,
all zig-zaggy blacketty-white
you stand out when you're in a snowdrift
and can't even hide in the night.
Outrunning a Cheetah you canna
not graceful like any Gazelle
for living out on the Savanna
your life must be probably hell.
I once tried your flesh on Safari
at a camp where we had barbecue
so to add insult to injury
ugly Warthog tastes better than you.
For contest 'To a …... ' sponsored by David Lindsay
Some are so insecure and afraid for me to receive any good measure.
To be complimented or gain anything.
Believe it or not these are females who dress for their best.
Rock all of their gold and flashy rings.
They carry themselves and present to the public their life is all about them.
Don't let me come in on the scene flashing a beautiful smile.
While watching the room glance at look at me from every direction.
Miss Drama Queen will drop whatever it is that she is doing.
Just to make sure that she stops me in my tracks.
She'll do all that she can to block any of my success.
To add insult to injury since you know that life is really a struggle for me.
Yet you ponder on trying to figure me out.
How I still present myself in a upstanding and put together way.
It drives you crazy trying to figure me out.
Just how it is that I have not fallen.
That I am still able to make it through.
You exemplify you got it going on.
That you have no cares in the world.
Claiming life's brass rings.
Yet you roll your eyes and buck your teeth.
At the hint of me gaining anything.
As a queen by his side, I truly enjoyed the ride
Always loved myself as seen through his eyes
His arrival was perfectly timed
Together, we were magnificently aligned
A man of righteous soul and powerful mind
Body like a temple, strong and defined
The perfect incarnation of love, from whom the meaning of man was derived
Never knew true joy or true pain until the day that he arrived
Until the day we took that ride
Over the clouds we soar, through them we glide
Destiny is fulfilled from the moment our worlds collide
Even now as a grown woman I still question why
Why happy moments occupy the shortest days of our lives
Why we allow love to be broken down by lie after lie
Why all those lonely nights I cry,
To mourn a love that has left me so low after lifting me so high
For years and years believe me I tried
But my mind continued to uncover truths my love couldn't deny
My heart suffered blow after blow but I kept it inside
Cruel words add insult to injury always taken in stride
For so long I was far to willing to swallow my pride
For this man whom I had slowly come to despise
Passively awaiting love's final goodbye
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