Wakey, wakey, shakey, shakey, earth is quakey, quicky, quicky, git up head down feet up turn round, then do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, then turn your inside out -- Far Out!
Shakey, shakey, wakey, wakey, bakey, bakey, shake and bakey. Lakey lady lava cover, spilling over pithy pity.
Lady lava Lava Lady is Liquid Dating, with backyard barbeques getting her dance card filled up down at the Jam Bury your town hold down slow glow from no-town favorites, Let Us Nights end in pits, singing "On and On." See her glowing revues.
Come 'on 'ear duh noize, gurlz rock' 'em boize, make sure you use the real McCoys, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah--NOIZE!
You know they come in threes, you can feel it in the breeze, you see coconut fall off the trees, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah.
Quakey wakey mighty tidy, surf you jerks, the waves are crazy, topsy turvy--move away curvey. Itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-bikini'--OOPS (pass your bedtime)
Categories:
curvey, appreciation, humorous, meaningful,
Form: Vogon Poetry
She was a sweet child born in Soyhern Texas
Some time in 73
Her Moma was from Alabama
Her Poppy from New Orleans
A cheerleader and local beauty at 17
Some folk say around here
She was the prettiest girl they'd ever seen
And she knew it
And with a smile and a certain look
She could get anything
She'd need
And she played it by the book
Could drink anyone under the table
When the cowboys rode into town
Soon she grew and padded filling
Her curvey body
in her midriff blouse
And tight blue jeans
Long blonde hair
And a cowboy hat and boots
Boys would follow her everywhere
A cowgirl at heart
Country music in her blood
Sang like an angel
Played the guitar like nobody else could
Well she got too big for her boots
And her hat
Could do anything she'd please
Had the most amazing body
Man and boy would have loved to touch
And boy did she tease
She thought she could hang on to
Her body and good looks
Without a doubt
But she got older
Everyone moved West
But she was going south.
Categories:
curvey, drink,
Form: Free verse
Now Hank's sister had a friend named Clover
An attractive and curvey push-over
So it’s hardly any wonder
Hank was an easy push-under
When his sister had Clover come over.
January 2012
Categories:
curvey, crush, humor,
Form: Limerick
I gonna write something and You may thinks it's from me.
But You'll never be sure, unless You hear that from me.
I'll sign it and date it,allighn all of the words..
And spell it and check it for too curvey curves.
In hopes that you'll read.. maybe respell my words
But You'll near know that its really from me.
Unless I'm to tell You and You hear it from me.
So I hope that your watching,Your research- You've done
Are You paying attention? Have You seen in my soul.
Will You know where it's been hid?Do You know what I write like- when I'm on a roll?
I will give you clues,except to look for My name.
I won't leave You breadcrumbs,That's a rule in My game.
I want you talking and reading to find
The one that I've written- without my name behind.
RJM 2013
Categories:
curvey, games,
Form: Rhyme
to all the young men who stare me down-
i give you my thanks
your curvey smiles as i walk by-
i give you my thanks
i'm losing weight and loving it-
i give myself a pat on the back and say thanks!
Categories:
curvey, funny,
Form: Free verse
It's scarey and curvey
and twisty and turny
this carnivale ride in my head
one minute up
and the next minute down
in all the confusion my soul
soul starts to drown
is it my fault
is it even real
to higher powers
i appeal
is this a storm that's
inside my head
or between the lines
a story unsaid
so often i feel
a boot made a steel
stomping and crushing me down
a teasing light
twinkeling bright
redemption hung
just out of reach
the ties that binde
hold me steady
until the day that
i am ready
to face a question
so ancient and old
could it possibley be
the one holding me back.....
is ME?
Categories:
curvey, lifeme, me,
Form: Rhyme