Ass Poems

my poor ass

Trump's MDs now searching the pool
Know organ transplant prolongs rule
For match perfection
Without rejection
His kidney must come from a mule

Didn't we all become poets 4 : working - pain in the ass - new and improved

  / "Like Open-Mic Explosions from The End of Language". - Chat-GPT comment 
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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

The half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me:
far, far, ready to say maybe to love -
moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories.

/ "But weren't their

Mushrooms

They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child...
courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight 
while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir

The following verses typed out some years ago,
but equally pertinent and relevant to the ebb and flow
of my life today, and as ye become familiar with me

a 'tyrant-a-sour-ass' rump

be...
in charge
of...the playground now...

and...cries "it's my ball"...
threats
to...

all...
in range
of...a spoiled childs cries...

any good job i ever worked had its
applicant tests for such as relevant
personality and intellectual traits,
technical experience and knowledge

t-rumps's only test was of his greed and bull levels


len

Sue Marries Controlling Ass Named Jar

She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.

We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her

The Cat's Ass

don't sip the stream the orange king roared
but his warning went largely ignored
the water was tainted with crocs 
the big ass died right on the spot
cat tail twitching from the reddening shore

Your Ass Belongs to the Army

They say the journey to adulthood is supposed to be a slow coming of age process that allows the time to contemplate what role we’ll play in our future. We check off all the options. Burn out some brain cells in college or maybe find that ‘special someone’ and take a few years to plan

Kick Ass

I led the stubborn horse to water
Couldn't make him drink as he oughta
I swore and I cursed
When he died of thirst
Shoulda traded him for one smarter

I buried the horse and bought a mule
Again, I played the part of a fool
It refused to drink
So it made me think
I should kick the ass into the pool!

A Flame About Ass High

Do you know what really burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is ash

She Laughed Her Ass Off - Homage a Mike

She laughed all day
She laughed all night.
She went to bed
and had a fright.
Her ass was gone.
It wasn't there.
She laughed it off.
but didn't care.

Inspired by Mike Gentile's "She Danced her Heart Away"

Truths You Can Feel Their Flesh

A baby you left to stay 
You’ve licensed to stray,
For find it shall its way
To some paradise bright or grey.

An ass you kept at bay,
No fodder on its tray,
Won’t spare you a bray:
A way of having its say.

Your stacks of green hay 
You didn’t sun all day 
You’ve okayed their ***** decay 
And shouldn’t to

Dead Ass Dumb Ass Sorry Ass Fat Ass

Dead Ass Dumb Ass Sorry Ass Fat Ass 
David J Walker

The asinine 
claims 
On this ass of mine 
	Remains a
Mystery to me 

Though perpetually covered 
It’s plain to see
	It’s there

Get off yer Dead Ass
He yelled at me 
as I was  
About to flee with
My dead ass dragging behind

	But Noooo
He reminds me to
Get yer ass

Aim Above Morality

King darius escaped to save his a-s
Smart move smart decision low pitch bass
There is no need to be nice
Think again think twice and think thrice
What lesson do we learn?
Run escape take you turn..

Oh Wondrous Poetry, Or Brother Ass

II don't know that poetry
has any obligation but
to be poetry.  Ah! There
is the rub; for each of us
has our own opinion, therefore,
dominion of the heart. An organ
feeding every other part, necessary
for survival.  Perhaps, if we penned
all with newly oxygenated blood?
(Forsaking our programming)
Still, even such ink would eventually
age, dry, flake away – So, perhaps,

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