Best Trollop Poems
It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in his adventures.
He spreads his curse
from one to the other.
It robs it's victims
of their eyes and senses.
Over the years, it slowly degrades
their intelligence and lives.
It can bring down the greatest Empires
if given enough time.
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Thankful Thoughts
Totally Transgressed
Tumultuous
Traveler
Come one come all cam one holds her tall cam two lights and all four horses trollop
away in the night. Alive at five Adult mind Winders shall perform a demonstration a
subscription based presentation on their aggressive fertilization Freed to breeze,
free to roam lost yet watched, aped and treated as apes are the hurt and innocent
seeking solace in corrections for already karma cashed errors while the Neanderthal
pre punished by genetics zig zaggin zoo masters frantically scoop our poop faking
real for the next. When everyone knows, is it still a painting or an adult rendered
fridge ornament of disgrace? Hmmm either way or neither way I will continue to lie
here and allow my masters to push forth with the sucking of my aped banana
while in a hammock I rest.
< Now hold on there Tex !
Let me get dressed !
Let me saddle up my horse
To trollop around this Halloween course
Got on my chaps
My spurs and cowboy hat
Replica's of forty five's
Riding on my hips very high
With lasso in my hand
This little cowboy has a plan
So all you ghost and goblins
It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing
And I'll be taking loot for mummy
And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy
Happy Halloween To All
Especially little tikes who are so cute and small
Entry For
Skat's
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
Wriggly was a litter bug pigged a litter of pigs
Trollop trollop a trollop trollop up came Mrs. Triggs
She wrote an article
On the God particle
She turned on the zero spin and fell on hapless pigs
Morning comes. Wake up. Wake up
to the sound of bright, dry rain
falling. Hearts cannot stop.
Your memories always develop
In photographs I keep.-- can't keep sane.
Morning comes. Wake up! wake up!
I miss you... Your smell, the way your makeup
Stains my pillow every time. (Irrevocable pain
Falling, yet hearts cannot stop.)
Your mother hates me; "What a trollop
you've become! My poor daughter." She disdains.
Morning comes, wake up? Wake up?
The sun rains like a tear drop
Upon a face that contains
A falling heart that cannot stop.
Every morning, the tragedy continues to gallop
within the walls of my Vein, they still remain.
Morning comes. Wake up! Then wake up...
But fell hearts just cannot stop.
O' boy; have you all heard the street gossip today
Mrs. Pringle at No. 9 is having a bad hair day
Mr. Ellis at No. 4 had a shave, as cut his chin
Danny at No. 21 threw his cat out in the bin
Her at No. 30, preggers yet not a man in tow
No. 11 the neighbours from hell really need to go
Postman is having an affair with her at No. 5
No darn wonder, our post is so late to arrive
Johnny at No. 37 has got himself a new motor
Him at No. 41 drains have got a funky odour
The knicker thief at No. 59 is kinda of weird
Her at No. 3 all her bloomers have disappeared
Who am I, I’m not telling, you know how the street gossip
But I did hear No. 47 on passing, say morning trollop
OR, MY FEZ
Candy Daddy sneaks into my room at night
"Don't tell mommy," Candy Daddy says.
He has to give me candy when I ask for some
Or anything I want. A doll. A kitten. A fez.
"Candy Daddy, get me an ice cream cone,"
I demand, and narrow my eyes.
"Very well, my tiny trollop."
Candy Daddy grins. All the same,
I often pray he dies.
"Dear Jesus," goes my prayer, "Would you mind
Killing Candy Daddy before he sneaks in my room?
I know it's wrong to want it, but it would be so kind
Of you to introduce him to some painful doom."
So far my prayer has gone unanswered
And Candy Daddy tells me "Make no noise!"
Then come the dawn I gladly don my fez
And eat caramels and play with toys.
I'm pretty sure when I grow up
I will never want to play with boys
Candy Daddy rubs me wrong, and rubs me raw,
And makes me want to run away with my kitten
To Illinois.
The trollop of horses into our fathers minds,
Stare into the eyes of the men forever blind.
Infinitely seeing the hinges of time swinging,
Forever intensely.. For never ending.
He sits and mourns and weeps within the Willow trees. A sodden forlorn form,
alone in his own company. bemoaning fate as destiny's joke. While keeping in his
cups. An addled mind won't show the truth of how he was taken in by a trollop.
Immune he thought his senses be to the wiles of a womens ways. For was he not the
one who always had his heart intact at the end of the day?
But sly as night her temptations were. With each smile and bat of an eye. Her
gowns were designed to tease a glimpse. Of what lay beneath when she disrobed at
night. She coyly watched from behind her fan as he went slowly insane. With a need
to kiss her red rose lips an add her to his fame. He bet all the men at his Club that
he'd have her in a fortnight. They gladly took his wager, cheering on that she'd put up
a fight.
He took her riding in Hyde Park and to the theaters and brunch. Presented her with
diamond pins, ruby eardrops, necklaces and such. She played the game so cunningly
with smiles and gentle touches. Unspoken promises of passionate nights. She had him
in her clutches. Then came the night that she gave in. Not once did he think of bets
while in her bed. No, the mighty Rogue was well and trapped. His heart new it was love
before his head.
He lied to his chums and paid dearly. For he could not publicize it so. he loved the
woman more than money. His ego he let take a heavy blow. He lavished his first and
only fiance with all she could ever want. Money to buy her wedding trousseau and a
home on West Hillary Blunt.
It was a sad day for all mankind when he stood alone at the alter. She was already
half way to Paris, France. His new found faith in love began to falter. How could he,
The Rogue Supreme, have fallen when he should have been dallying? He was tempted
by fates first taste of trust. Brought low by loves sweet calling\center>
"Act one Scene one" contest
Placement: 4th place
homelands / husbands / playing house / strands
& strings of horses behind strangers lounging
un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women,
depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective
as a twisted bark of favors
sneaky is a wooden gift donkey at a garden gate
overbitten hinge with ten front teeth, grinning
hidden from you looking into it, questioning
its motivated patience rolling up in wait—
weighted with sweat-salted men huffing
inside an oaken belly chewing tight lips, they be-lying
trojan claims of apple cake philanthropy, a ready hoof
as a broken wood tooth busted off in breaching trollop
secretly hiding a picked body of men
beckoning their silent armies to bolster a side
there lies in its midst a flatulence of language
no fox lays a stake on the hole—
protecting its skulk in prevention of domestication's leash
as all before have done, better a murder
of crows than shifting troops proving
stud horses hiding should be stabilized
as leashing foxes having lost the lead
chasing a venery— manufactured hare meant for horse
plot-plottering hooves against his own wood
stoking a smoke-show inside a swollen belly
raking at the gates to get out of the agreement
of being,
for being part of the picked body, scrutinized
for pulling short to remain quiet at the dying chaos
of the rattling sounds from a losing side
Trump When He Does Dance
You should see Trump when he does dance;
Steeped on her toes and peed in his pants;
Liked to gallop,
With a trollop;
Then he had a golden shower in a trance.
Jim Horn
A Relevant Elephant
Many things I remember are often relevant;
God said that man evolved from an elephant;
Preferred to hear,
Without any fear;
Man had wanted big ears wherever he went.
Jim Horn
Away Attention Steel
What we should do is reveal the way we feel,
And not always all of the attention try to steel;
Is better to be kind;
Own business mind;
Also, all of our sins from God no longer conceal.
Jim Horn
Sometimes there could be naughty neighbors;
Are always on warpath while they draw sabers;
Went over deep edge,
Then hit with sledge;
They never decided on favorite ice cream flavors.
Jim Horn
Three old crows were standing head-to-head
Conversing in the hallway between the classes
Wondering who they were dissing, with dread,
I knew fellow teachers they thought jacka**es,
And, occasionally, I had been on their hit list
Every workplace has a similar gossipy klatch
If they suddenly vanished, they’d not be missed
They liked nothing better than a pis*ing match.
I made a practice to stay clear of their clucking
I’ve never enjoyed putting other people down,
While some people enjoy what I call mucking
Their favored pastime, a proverbial knockdown.
I prefer spending my time building others up
Helping those out who are having a rough time,
Avoiding those who engage in childish trollop
While adhering to my chosen ethical paradigm.
Written July 5, 2022
The woman with the red dress on
is the sensuous Scarlett O'Hara,
protagonist of "Gone with the Wind,"
a woman caught.between the old South
and new South as she struggles to survive,
aiming to save her plantation Tara to thrive.
Her marriage to Rhett Butler was doomed from start,
she loved a man named Ashley and not Rhett,
he was forever angry with dealing with another man,
their lives together were a constant upheaval,
bitterness replaced love as the two did argue,
hurtful words thrown at each other they did spew.
Scarlett caught in the arms of Ashley by Rhett,
he insists that she wear a red dress to a party,
representing a symbol of a fallen woman,
a dress whch was anything but modest,
the look he wanted her to have was a trollop,
a way to pay her back with a wallop.
Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku
enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach
completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump
had been Bellau Wood
soldiers wounded and they died
so we cried and cried
trump sure is a strain
critize, condemn complain
his hair harmed in rain
were at complete loss
that caused a total chaos
out trump we should toss
trump is a trollop
while around he will gallop
what a big whallop
need another perk
system still does work
trump has been a jerk
critical and singe
what we want will be revenge
trump we must avenge
will not be backer
trump calls soldier a slacker
what a wise cracker
may be fallacy
was a scorched earth policy
trump philosophy
heard trump and his sound
cut down those who are around
that caused heart to pound
trump looked in garage
what he saw must be mirage
could be collagen
see trump and his hair
should have heard when he does swear
much more left to spare
Jim Horn