A loathsome lecher lurks along the long,
Lightless ledge, looking to lure a lost lamb
To lewd license, liquor, and lowlife lurch—
To the lesser lying league and layer.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone
Bikini Betty's Beef
A randy surfer from Malibu Crest
Untied the bikini top off of Celest
You’re my Betty let’s hang loose
As he tried for her caboose
Celest slapped his hand away from her breast
Aloha Barney, this isn't your turf
A lecher you are who can’t even surf
Damn men with no brains, think again
Bet you’ve never even hung ten
I’m not your Betty, uncool stupid Smurph
by I Am Anaya
As striking as a Malibu Barbie doll
Gals in bikinis I love, summer and fall
But I'm classy and kind
And so drawn to their mind
That they need not wear a bikini at all
by Robert Gorelick
We need help out here!
We’re now gripped with fear!
At all costs: something,
Not ‘fruitless Nothing’
By all means do so:
Right here a go-slow!
Shaking hands to rule:
Everyone ‘ A fool’
Some in chairs Plain Dunce,
Hence I crave response;
Fatherland Nothing,
Where goes anything.
Men dread a failed growth
‘Blood of Jesus quoth…
We need help out here.
I mean ‘here’ not there;
Lecher times his leer
For another’s deer…
Unsafe life too dear,
Its killers too near!
She was twenty-two-years old
childlike, but not childish
her mind was not as deep thinking as many
but she was empathetic and kind
goodness oozed out of her
she was the victim of a lecherous relative
he knew she was going to expose him
he talked her mother into giving her a lobotomy
she was institutionalized the rest of her life
barely able to speak or move
her father safely moved on to other young victims
Someone comes to shoulder the cost
Of what you’d spent and thought you lost
And you have money recovered
With lovers’ insurance covered!
But favor’s some kind of bullet
And you’ve lost another wallet…
If your helper was a Lecher
You’d to God pray for a lecture
For The Lust that makes him Leper
Tom, Dick and Harry, Blank Paper.
He was later identified as Fletcher,
Still very bad on a stretcher:
Arrow wounds from an archer,
Who had taken him for a lecher:
Sure, for years, carrying on with his wife
And earlier threatened with a knife
With candid advice to reassess his life…
Only this morning The Archer for an arrow,
So that survival would be narrow;
For Fletcher he wouldn’t mind bombs wielding,
For a lecher, every building quaking…
A Dying Fletcher in a hospital
And in his condition his attacker saw little!
What is that? My comrade asked. I ignored her. She is not my friend.
No, really, she said scooting my way. The rest of the class smiled on whim.
The teacher had them on mute, so they could not speak. I was glad.
“Who is your friend?” the teacher asked; he is a lecher; I do not trust him.
Hey! You all really do look alike! My pal Sam texted in my private text box.
This irritated me; I never like stereotyping lambs or any other creature.
Shall I tell them my story? The intruder asked. The one about the fox?
This is an important class meeting I said; and you are being a leacher.
Well excuse me! She said, stomping off to be with the rest of the herd.
“Who was that?” My teacher asked me. He is all about mixed dating.
I had to will my eyes not to roll; this was inappropriate, quite absurd.
Her name I do not know, but she is pushy, I warned as he was waiting.
Can you please get her number? He asked. She looked interested in our class.
Annoyed, but trying not to show it, I decided to fix them up on a whim.
I know this seems weird, and it was, but I do have a bit of sarcasm and sass.
And a bit of gloat, would be horrible and awful pretty much for both of them.
broker, poker;
righty, tighty;
washer, dryer;
dirty, duty;
filthy, lecher
10/26/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
I just found out.....
Well, I don't know how to say it?
Would you think less of me
If I say just the way it is?
I thought I was a Macho man,
A rollicking Romeo,
A lusting Lothario, A libertine,
A Don Juan, A Casanova,
A raving stud, A flirt,
A prowling philanderer, A womanizer,
A playboy, A skirt chaser, A lecher;
But by golly, I am none of the above!
I found.....
I am .... Well, I am,
I am GAY!
Aha! Gotcha!! Not so fast!!!
I mean HAPPY!
I am a HAPPY MAN!
~A Brian Strand Contest.
"Make their jaws drop" contest by FJ Thomas
Small feet, small hands,
so meek his timid shy tongue could
barely speak but mumbles-
soft words carried away by the
slightest wisp of breeze.
Soft brown hair covering a lecher head
with thoughts buried deep,
strange ideas from a cloaked little mouse.
"Come, let's dine on aged cheese and the finest wine."
Well, why not? I longed for a friend, but the
boyish grin was hiding pointed teeth.
The bashful charm masked
dragon fire, and creatures
crawling on floors of oceans deep.
Long smooth arms were waiting
to twine like a snake coiled in a
wet patch of grass.
Sitting at the white-linen table
the candle flickered in the dark
where goblets held tainted red secrets.
Goose flesh gives a sign (as it is not cold)
and stark-naked lies awaken from
their dank den. Through the veil...
through the cloak...black feckless eyes
peered in an odd way and I knew then-
darkness has no friends.
Limerick: Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Wondered if he could relive his twenties:
He went on a diet
Of French fries and cutlet:
The Wench said it felt like rigor mortis !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Woman weeping wondering why
Distraught she is betrayed
Faithless fellow flirtation foiled
Much to his dismay.
Revulsion, Retribution, Revenge
Feelings so abhorrent to her life
Lying, Licentious lecher
Has disillusioned faithful wife
Adoring , Absolute adoration
The sun shone from his eyes
How hard he has hit her
With his philandering and lies.
Beast , Betrayer , Bastard
The thoughts she has of him now
Pathetic perpetrator pleading
Desperate to escape the row.
Marvellous marriage muddied
Her heart broken and in pain
Wonderful woman, Wronged ex wife
Vows never to weep again.
Well, I don't know how to say this?
Would you think less of me
If I say just the way it is?
I thought I was a Macho man,
A rollicking Romeo,
A lusting Lothario, A libertine,
A Don Juan, A Casanova,
A raving stud, A flirt,
A prowling philanderer, A womanizer,
A playboy, A skirt chaser, A lecher…
But by golly, I am none of the above!
I found out.....
I am .... Well, I am,
I am Gay!
Aha! Gotcha!!
Not so fast.
I mean HAPPY
I am a Happy Man!
Lekker!
Oh, my! A lecher is near us, you say?
No, I didn’t use C-H. Lekker uses a K.
What did you mean? Was it *“Lick her” you said?
And just who should I lick? Are you out of your head?
NO! Lekker! It’s NICE.
How gross can you get? Licking some person that you've never met!
No, it’s just LEKKER. I didn’t say LICK.
Well, good! I’m not licking some girl. That’s just sick.
Am I hearing you right? Are you trying to say . . .
*“like her”? Just who do you like anyway?
Not “i” as in “like.” Is your head made of wood?
It’s LEKKER, a word which simply means GOOD.
Ok, cool your jets! You’ve gone red in the face.
Why didn’t you tell me this in the first place?!
* In American English, at least, if a person says "Lick 'er" or "Like 'er"
it is meant as "lick her" or "like her" since we often omit the H sound
of pronouns like him and her after a preceding consonant sound.
For the Lekker Contest of Suzette Crous
Toss and twirl I roll in bed
Do not cast your magical spell
I hate to relate to the ugliness
Of a faceless creature spread like cress
Right across the mind so strong
U have weaved your aura too prolonged
The more I struggle to free myself
I find you weaving in my tread
Struggling and fuming gone in vain
Will you release me of this pain
Curl those fingers and go away
Or show your face right away
Coming through the hidden screen
Like a slimy lecher u demean
Laughing at my pitiful plight
Impatient for your last flight
SUNKAN
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