There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
Up high, I touched a cloud
thinking it would be clingy
as that tasty lick of cotton-candy
stretched and stringy --
Touched a heart! Stuck forever.
Now wasn’t that also sweet
and clever!?
Love me because I am all green.
Love me because I am slimy.
Love me because I love water.
Are you answering with a yes?
You must be a boy loving frogs.
Are you saying no frogs for me?
You must be a girl with a cat.
Frogs are boys fun friends to play with.
As a young child my mind goes back to Tom,
a pure dark gray old tom cat.
We went visiting in the town next door,
when Tom took up with me.
The neighbors said,
they had never seen him before.
We took him home,
giving him a bath then food and milk.
I dressed him up in my doll clothes,
then gave him a baby bottle of cold milk.
Tom was my real baby doll disguised as a cat,
and he loved it.
We both had many wonderful hours of fun,
as Tom got extra rubs with cold milk.
Here I sit on a big bookshelf,
I am here all by myself.
At night the lights go off,
the dust makes me want to cough.
Each new day the lights go on,
making me wish I was gone.
I see you walking by,
that makes me want to cry.
Oh please do not be shy,
pick me up to buy.
I just know you need a new book,
give me a look.
You will love what you see,
I can go home and we can have tea and brie.
On my back in bed
with a book to read
while being gently mauled -
she digs into my breast.
The delicate skin breaks
under her needle pricks
red stains suffuse nightdress
while she purrs and kneads.
Expressing her content
to have me trapped at last
not moving round the house
ignoring her embrace.
Saw two love birds arguing,
not a pretty flight – one flew
left while still holding on --
as the other persisted right;
the tree-trunk ahead held its ground...
Tasty confection,
Chocolate, caramel, nuts,
Delectable reflection,
Love those tasty guts.
It must Snicker,
While my taste buds flicker.
you are the north to my south
the anode to my cathode
a valley to my mountain
night to my day
the cat to my dog
some say opposites attract
we sure don’t!
Something I did with the spouse -
Presto! A new addition in the house.
And now, we two, are both beguiled,
you guessed, by a baby child.
Heaven forbid she cry or frown.
Suddenly, we play the clown
to make sure that she has smiled,
our little baby child.
With five cute toes on tiny feet,
sometimes crying, sometimes sweet,
I hope, today, her mood is mild,
our capricious baby child.
She's growing up, now, our little girl,
but she still wears a little curl.
She's something joyous, something wild,
to be sure, a child.
Today the world is celebrating, flowers everywhere,
But my thoughts are looking upward, sending you a prayer.
A Mother's Day in heaven, beyond the clouds of blue,
My heart is overflowing with the love I hold for you.
Mom, I miss your gentle voice, the way you understood,
You taught me how to walk this world and find the hidden good.
And Grandma, you're our quiet strength, the roots of family trees,
Your memory is a warm embrace that carries on the breeze.
By Tony robledo
While down in hell paying my rent walking along a dark wall, Marcus was climbing from other side to come see me, I mentioned should I let down my hair for you to climb up, knowing I had small haircut, he laughed just on my way to see you for a quiet word. With a cheesy grin.
The maidens howled, “What if Jesus was hung?”
then nervously laughed and blushed as they blasphemed.
“Then,” said one, “Christ can lick me with His tongue,
and burst my cherry till it's nicely creamed!”
Such exchange took place when I was a boy,
as two maids spoke of the Lord's holy cock,
thus contemplating on that sacred “joy,”
whether it was ever hard as a rock.
But He can resurrect women's desires,
for who knows them better than their own God:
He knows them from head to toe, and inspires
in them a passion only bards can laud.
And I, a swan, sing that Christ's divine pizzle
can make maid's maidenheads delight and sizzle!
Of Guinivere and Donald Duck
too few have ever written
Yet truth be told, with the ornery duck
fair Guin was truly smitten
She loved him for his cantankerousness
she thought his quack unique
So lovestruck was fair Lady G
at Donald’s fumbling advances ~
She turned ‘her other cheek’
Love, it is like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall/tree,
or trying to catch a big yellow bee.
Love is like wearing your heart on your sleeves,
never knowing them or ourselves or thieves.
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