When toilet paper roll is almost empty
We shouldn’t frown, panic and worry
Water host is attached on toilet’s wall
With sprinkler to wash our buttocks on bowl.
Water washes waste’s smudge thoroughly
With soap, bottom will no longer smelly
Whole life’s comfort comes more frequently
As washing purifies while wiping cleans partly.
Nocturnal eyes, rainbow bronze, black fluffy tail.
So bright the eyes they stare in this spring gail
I forth challenge myself
Any engaging with the animal
Chestnut brown thorough furrow
You think the atom cover I am Lord.Overall the animal kingdom
No fear.Shall I dread?I call unto them.
Cluck-cluck-click-click-click
Cluck-cluck-click-click-click
Cluck-cluck-click-click-click
Prior upon your arrival
Still i be still, throwing out peanuts
In a wooded area parking lot
You scamper you trot
Pick up with prayer, hands you sit on your buttOcks
Your tail reminiscent of a cat-and-dog,
Back- N -Forth swing contentment and happiness.
As you place, the peanut in both hands in prayer position you nibble. You chew continually until it's eaten.
This is REAL me feeding the brown squirrel at my job on the parking lot.
4/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026(c)
Raise my butts voice to signal dismissal
In the congregation of adversaries to blow the night whistle
Raise my butts trumpet in its entirety
In order to grant grace unto genuine liberty
For You are my never failing stir--
The reliable and blindly open demur
Fit in my butts to sit down in peace
And relax in grace even in the face of tease
Fit in my butts to learn more of treasure
And fight beyond possiblity off pleasure
For You are my reason behind my mind's cage
Dating fun and scope's limitations to age
Set up for the next class at will my butts
To view no more from the angle of my nuts
Set up the classic raiding crusade for my buttocks
To sit not cowardly in the earth and heaven barracks
For You are the charges deposited in my ability
Before thee-- thou creepy and shady civility
In the midst of the past glory
Let my butts not sit in its story
In the light of troubling care
Let my butts learn of no fear
For You are my standing Warrior
Against life's irresistible barrier
Afrikaaps
Die oggend is nat
hul lop op hul gat skool toe
die klokkie het kla gelui
is omdat hulle nie
tuissie gedoen nie
lag hulle uit
Afrikaans Translation
Dit het gereen
die kinders loop stadig skool toe
alhoewel die skool klok gelui het.
Hulle het nie hul huiswerk gedoen nie.
Ons lag vir hulle.
English Translation
It has rained
the morning is wet
school kids are slowly
trampling to school
though the school bell
has rung.
They have not completed
their homework.
We are laughing at them.
[Poet’s Note : The direct translation of the second line in the Afrikaaps version would be : “They are walking on their buttocks to skool.”
The direct translation of the last line in the Afrikaaps version would be :
“Laugh at them” or “make fun of them” or
“laugh until they leave.”
Notice how more colourful, jiving and idiomatic the Afrikaaps version is. Because of its origin in Cape Slavery lingo, Afrikaaps attempts to make light of daily life.This was a slave coping mechanism. ]
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Almal moet hul hol self af vas, met hul uie hande.
[ Translation : Everyone must wipe their own buttocks, with their own hands. -// Afrikaaps is an Idiomatic Language. The monoku basically means : one has to take responsibility for one’s own problems. This translation here is a direct English translation, which does not translate the meaning. ]
Eyes compete to compensate beauty,
Beyond pleasure of reasonable duty.
Money competes to compensate value,
Before time sets another price anew...
Pen competes to compensate book...
Above muse running minds unhook.
Eraser competes to compensate error,
Against stake of consequence's terror.
Mind competes to compensate brain,
Holding unto wisdom for huge gain.
Thinking competes to compensate judgement,
Having checked through for proper assessment.
Voice competes to compensate ears,
To be calm of sweet words foaming cheers!
Tongue competes to compensate understanding,
Towards convincing points so outstanding.
Seat competes to compensate buttocks,
Cum comfort not necessarily quite deluxe.
Bed competes to compensate spinal cord,
Care sets free unlike one in the hospital's ward.
Women compete to compensate survival,
Vigilant enough of approaching rival.
Men compete to compensate growth,
Virtually for both also marriage's oath.
Competition drives value-
To compensate focus guide
And fight forces turning tide,
Against what desires pursue...
The local officers, are kind and caring.'
On dirty acts, they would plot no bearing'
So other mounties, get draughted in' to
Invade your farmers and harm in dark sin.'
Yet the home ones are near.' But not in
Heart, they will not maintain your human rights, from the very start.' Or your property.? It
They will not defend, they value their pay
And status dear friends.' Out of town officers, can do all they will.' They cover
Each other ' in rancid hog swill' with their
Buttocks fat, as large pigs hams.' While they belly
Down yellow, and a'crawling; to
Old man; carneys Plans.'
Tall slim ladies are specs most men attract
Claimed to look down people, heights subtract-
Appealing breast and buttocks
Hands hold not; mouth barely sucks
Without stress-- love and ego interact...
Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty
Arthritis in my knees, my buttocks and my toes
Arthritis in my elbows, my calves, and my nose
Age brought arthritis into me good and hard.
I’m sure there’s a poem in this, said the optimistic bard.
WITH HER RARE FLYING WINGS
Desiring to soar,
She waved her sage rainbow wings;
Peacocking the yard:-
She faked a hopscotching flight,
Strutting her well-winged buttocks.
My thighs and buttocks have dimples…
So I'm grateful they have so much to smile about! As my stretch marks, or laugh lines rather, can attest.
You must forgive my breasts…they've been upbeat and perky for many years and they deserve a rest.
My calves have a sense of fun! Bored with the same tan color, they've decided to decorate with streamers of purple and blue.
Not to be outdone, my arms have joined the fun, waving with enthusiasm whenever my hands do!
A life well lived and full of joy, of laughter, love, and humor. So now you'll know, if you hear I've “let myself go”, that it is just a rumor.
Twas the night before Christmas, I finished the trees.
And feeling good cheer, I'd drank a few beers.
The treats I'd laid out didn't last very long.
As I found myself snacking, I knew that was wrong.
Then, later in bed, I awoke with a start.
And realized the reason: my own noisy fart.
Like sounds of ducks quacking, my buttocks were clapping.
I was almost surprised that the bed sheets weren't flapping.
It woke my poor spouse, and he yelled, "What the hell!"
As the noise from these quack-ers had caused quite a smell.
I told him a flock of wild ducks had flown in.
And although it was late, they'd decided to sing.
He said grab the Gas-X and tell them to leave.
As their singing was lousy, and he felt he might heave.
I told him I'd looked, but the Gas-X was gone.
And I feared that the duck tunes may last all night long.
So I handed him earbuds plus nose plugs as well.
And I said that would help block the sounds and the smell.
He gave me a look, then he quickly fired back.
"There's a wine cork downstairs; it will help plug that quack."
see the tiny bee?
I smirk, for it is a lie.
It is not a bee
but striped like one, it is a flower fly
Because she is small, and at nature’s mercy
He made her as great a camouflage as she can be.
She is dressed from antenna to buttocks in stripes.
Her entire body looks like a honeybee; making others say “yipes!”
She is the purple lilac loving flower fly
no one messes with this rose sitter, and I tell you why…
Incognito, she looks like a bee, this flower guy!
Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
like a gander she mauls her goose!
If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts
in whorish barns (near lover's inns),
then with my cock's erectest crest,
the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin),
like meat pies, I durst hurry test,
lest I, limp, err in deadly sins!
But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead!
I durst not be so thus content'd,
when, like dogwood, is my sainthead,
when goes my pizzle unlament'd;
and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead,
I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.
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