Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"!
Wriitten By
Bocal, LongJoint and Keys
Categories:
bibby, farm, food, love,
Form: Bio
Pro Wrestling Tagboard
Main Event Programming
World Champions
Linton " The Heckler " Crampton
&
" The Kreul " Selmer Hurd
Engaged in Grapplefare verses
" Big " Bibby Shuttercrest
&
" The Big Knuckle" Jorge Gigerium
With Manager Richard.Grindhart
Special guest referee
" Succii Sentualist " Borge Calloway
A classic encounter. The fans made the most of it by teasing Big Bibby, and Booing Grindhart
Several exchanges and also of wrestling, and 10:20 Gigerium quieted the crowd when he
Body slammed Big Bibby onto their opponet
Selmer Hurd. The further hushed to silence when he piledrove Selmer and appeared to be on the edge of victory. When from ringside "Golden Stellar" Orsi Gordy came to the ringside area. He distracted Shuttercrest to allow Crampton to roll and small package Shuttercrest for the victory. At the end of the bout words exchanged between Gigerium and Calloway. Calloway whipped Gigerium into ropes and speared him, to the delight of the fans.
Categories:
bibby, clothes, music, sports,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
I married marble, that ancient stone.
I married stories, of long ago.
I married the muses, and all of Troy,
Helen and that war.
The Odyssey and all Homer’s songs.
The Acropolis, and the Parthenon,
All these things,
And so much more,
Came with my wedding ring, I now wear.
Just a simple band of gold,
Brought with it,
An olive branch of old,
For my children to recognize,
As their ancient heritage, a culture of stone.
All I ask is for them to,
Feel the marble within their veins.
As they now go about their modern lives.
This I pray as I sit,
Meditating on my favored, Christian image,
The Blessed Kiss,
I believe that balance of spirit will come one day.
Inspired by my Greek married life, as Rose Raikos. New and different from my childhood of a daughter of Jack(R.I.P.1984) and Mary Bibby.
Categories:
bibby, adventure, dedication, family, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.
Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!
Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up the khaki tin
And wave for Queen and kite.
Re-muse the giddy pumpkin.
A smile turned upside down,
For better bread and smutter
We chortle like a clown.
Categories:
bibby, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Calculate deduct deduce infer
Kiss the pigs until you’re sure
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Equitable distribby
Puttin on the bibby
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Accounting for naught
Without having fought
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Matter I might
Batter-dipped that’s right
But one thing seems true
I’ll wind up in you
Ground-up gristle
Simmer bubble steam
A little oil please
Your culinary dream
Out of the pan
And into your department
Now I’m a bolus
In your compartment
Epigastric me
Satisfied you
Rich old you
Rich and true
Toilet-bound me
Nutty little me
Please flush me
But don’t forget me
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Categories:
bibby, angst, work,
Form: Rhyme