Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip
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For Rupi
Reading, Writing, hearing, learning
Atticus poetry pending
Messaged
Our Solar System is over four billion years old
It'll probably last another 5000 million, we're told
Whew! Had me pooping
My drawers they're a-drooping
Glad I've only got a few more years till I fold
Squile mushroom girl you fill an isle
and force my eyes to split.
You're bolar hair and baggy clothes
A package all made fit.
Albino hair and teasing teeth
you bare an impish feast.
My loins flood warm with dirty thoughts
you've sicked on man and beast.
With searing thoughts to fill my head
you blow my bloomers nummer.
A simple fact a girl like you's
a Droopy-Bottom Mummer.
Our Solar System is over four billion years old
It'll probably last another 5000 million, we're told
Whew! Had me pooping
My drawers they're a-drooping
Glad I've only got a few more years till I fold
Streaks of pink and purple...blended through their hair
A fashion fad, of days of new...the young generation wear
Drooping pants that show their butt...the "In thing" for some teens
Disgustingly worn; pull them up...that's the way to wear those jeans
When we were young, we wore our knickers...fit below our knees
Not like the kids wear their clothes these days, c'mon, really...gees
But fads will always change and styles will come and go
Imagine fifty years from now... heck, "I don't really even want to know"
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Our solar system is over four billion years old
It'll probably last another 5000 million, I'm told
Whew! Had me pooping
My drawers they're a-drooping
Glad I've only got a few more years till I fold
There once was an old man named Teddy
Whose todger was very unsteady
With no effort at all
It would rise and then fall …
With tablets he’s ready for beddie!
Jan Allison
12th May 2016
Another true tom tale;
Not too long ago
I did really own
A pair of
Fruit of the Loom briefs,
One detined to make me groan
For sure, it had,
Seen a better day,
And up until this time
I now surely wonder why
I did not throw the damn thing away...
See, I wore them under
my sweatpants,
Turned out I would have preferred
To bear a nest of ants...
Ever try walking
With your shorts down
to your knee?
It's very much unpleasant
And a sight to see...
Your constantly grabbing
At your groin,
As if you were in pain,
Or perhaps you seem
One totally insane
And you walk like
You've stepped in a
bear trap,
Or maybe horsey-dung
When I finally got home
I'd see how far they could be flung
But in the meantime,
life was torture
I felt like such a fool
What was I thinking of?
I sure did not look cool...
I walked like a penguin,
With antsy-antsy pants,
Grabbing at my loin,
At every possible chance...
Stupid does as stupid is
I'll never doubt that fact
When I got home,
I ordered up a stack
Of brand new underwear
And that was not all
I ordered suspenders
To wear underneath
So my briefs don't fall!
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