Worm sliding round back of house,
Met, by chance, tiny soft mouse,
"How's all that dating stuff?
Dating the one is enough,
Worms stood the test of time,
Power to all our slime!
Worm love keeps us forever young,
Hermaphrodites have the most fun!"
Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place
With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese
To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast
Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee
Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green
Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight
You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot
Yes, it's Valentine's Day,
Table for one, okay,
Table for one, your way,
Table for one, his way,
Or should I say,
It's tables for one, okay.
That's for lots of folk, I say,
Are we doing this right?
Half the world, hermaphrodites,
Hug yourself good night,
Until this pandemic's out of sight,
Tables for one, okay,
On this Valentine's Day!
(For a contest, Fun with Lyrics, inspired by 'Chance Encounters').
I wish to grow old disgracefully,
But I invented a lover imaginary,
It is good for women to have fantasies,
I love you across time and centuries,
My thoughts are filled with such delights,
It does pass these hot summer nights,
I rouse myself from afterglow,
All in the head, this I know,
One day I shall sit down and laugh,
With a good coffee, at all this chaff,
I did but see you passing by,
I sit and ponder, and heave a sigh,
Here's what I say to you, young man,
Hermaphrodites make their own fun, it's grand,
Hoots juice, there's lots of virgins a'loose,
I am sure you've fixed one to your caboose,
Ah, the old grey mare ain't what she used to be,
I'll dream of growing old disgracefully,
Across the time and centuries,
You'll be the Valentine for me,
I love you to the moon, and beyond,
An endless love affair, it goes on and on.........
genetic mutations
two toned faces of
true hermaphrodites
claws at the end of the trap
cannibalistic rituals
guiding the souls to the
living descendants
shedding shells pheromones
copulins controls male
hypothalamus
Oh deer how sad, its *****,
i betta change me undies,
hermaphrodites in hevvin here,
i'll be gone by monday:)
The poet lurks in thee,
the searching one can look an see,
let it out babe, let it come,
the words n ye are bloody one!
I kno the feel of the lonesome wheel,
when it only turns 4 you :)
seek and you will find fresher deals,
look till she comes, your heart it feels,
so bright n new.
never stop looking mate!
Jack Ross
surely know the feeling mate,
staggering, steady in me gait:)
your verse, immortality will bring,
long after death does surely sting,
keep writing the good ones mate!
Don
sometimes the one appears,
but she is not for me,
i follow in her footsteps,
but she's still running to be free,
oh dear hehe. :)
Don Johnson 17-july-11
A Jewfish known as Goliath Grouper,
At eight hundred pounds, mouth like a scooper!
Quest of the Atlantic,
Their mouth is gigantic!
A Goliath fillet, tastes quite super!
By reason of inquisitive nature,
The cause of them being a fair wager,
Of fisherman’s spear,
They have not a fear.
Of ocean fish they are one of major!
Young may be prodigious hermaphrodites,
Gender goes either way if-you-buy-it.
On list, endangered species,
Will be shame if it ceases!
The Goliath Grouper, one nature’s sight!
For and in Honor of Carolyn Devonshire
And Contest: Attack
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