It was a Christmas Eve.
Wearing my casual winter outfit
I set out for my granny’s home,
a mile away from my dwelling.
The moon rising from the horizon
spread its soft glow all around.
Under my feet, on the snow-clad ground,
the silhouettes of the snow laden trees,
appeared to me as the spirits of the dead.
The dilapidated houses with icicles under their roofs,
loomed up to me like the ghosts with mouths open wide.
Silence everywhere, and not a soul nearby,
I felt that I was haunted by them at every step.
My heart pounded out of my chest
and my teeth chattered beyond my control.
This unusual jugalbandi made me unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed,
cold to the bone and wet through with the sweat.
I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies
They all have a right to expose their parts
Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous
Who am I to complain
The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties
Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping
A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out
“Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!”
Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys
Of course they do! And they love it!
Do I sound like a lecherous old dude
So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude
Some of my best friends fit that description to a “T”
Women's bodies are a work of art
And are designed to be ogled at
It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets
So next time one walks by
Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin
Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW!
With His arms wide open and His head bowed low
He prayed to His Father, without making a show
Two thieves at His side, one repented one not
Savior of this world, gave it all He got
They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone
all that was left of Him was flesh and bone
"Mary, why do you cry? " He softly asked her
she saw Him in full view & her heart began to stir
He left His body and flew through the sky
unrestrained, for He refused to die
Yes He rose from the dead and for that we are glad,
barefooted He ascended into heaven, in white clad.
He's fallen again my dear old dad
But he's still hanging in there kinda sad
Thinks he strong
Turns out wrong
Happy to say Pops again was fully clad
Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango,
cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers.
Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight,
cloaking the lovers.
Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching
coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies.
Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings.
Breathless the statue.
Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing.
Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals.
Water flowing merrily whistles sport at
winter’s undressing.
Sadly, as before
we support the Terrorist State
not the oppressed
not the child on roller skates
we support the Zionist hate
snipers shooting freedom
daily
every fatality
a testament
to the crime
LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST
Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
This waning season
renouncing its joys clad in
saffron of a monk
19.3.2021
Lets get Creative
White robe covered the earth,
all were dressed up in white
Protected by God's mercy,
they seemed happy like a bride in the wedding day
Calm, bliss and serenity filled the air,
there was mersmerising peace around
As men worked with shovels in hand,
nature heaved a sigh of relief.
Clothed in warm blanket of white,
nature thanked God for much needed respite.
Bound as one
apart together
Enless circles
Clad in gold.
Shadows dance
Until the dawn
Yet dreams are silent
Never told.
Fleshs fuse
embers burn
deep inside
souls in turn
yearn
to reach out
never heard.
Crying deep
Too deep to see
the tearing tears
Inside of me.
Falling swirling
Golden chips.
Coppers bared
yet remains
unseen.
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Also makes this old duffer writhe on the floor
The cowl or other churchly attire
The priest’s habit soiled with desire
The fanciest should Lucifer hire
His noxious nature will not expire
Ships Which Were Iron Clad
Could find ships which were iron clad;
That we did discover part of a new fad;
For protection,
Section by section;
Assigned to after I became young lad.
Jim Horn
Don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies
They all have a right to expose their parts
Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous
Who am I to complain
The Caribbean is overflowing with these Latin beauties
Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping
A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out
“Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!”
Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys
Of course, they do! And they love it!
Do I sound like a lecherous old dude
So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude
Some of my best friends fit that description to a “T”
Women's bodies are a work of art
And are designed to be ogled at
It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets
So next time one walks by
Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin
Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW!
Snow clad mountain
Help me through my ordeal
The fangs of racism
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