Single sexy stuttering simple sue,
Loved lean laughing lisping Lou,
She spoke softly slow sentences,
Lou lisped loud without pretences!
Often were out on romantic dates,
By heart and mind such good mates,
Joked and laughed their whole time,
Spoke in stutters and lisped in rhyme!
Said she one day in romantic note,
How do you likke mmmy leather coat?
He laughed lisped “ you loos fo dood!
By that he meant ‘you look so good!’
Days passed,they were ready to wed,
She wanted him one day in her bed,
She made the bold move and asked
If hhhe wwwould stay for breakfast?
He feigned a surprise with a smile,
He pretended about it for a while,
Then with a lisp he said “Yef, I fould!”
With that he meant “Yes! I would!”
That night together in love cocoon,
He opened all his heart to her soon,
To ‘suck’ with her was always his dream,
So she promptly took him out for an ice cream!
For those in love who stutter or lisp,
Here is a message, short and crisp,
If you want to say something inviting,
Do communicate your love, in writing!
Written 09/august/2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
It Sucks poetry contest!
She said, “I love you” with a lisp
Then came after me with her fist
I didn’t return
Her love forlorn
I guess the moment I truly missed
Russell Sivey
Jesse was a common man
he never made a lot of money
he had a troubled marriage.
His wife left him for another man
he never saw his kids again.
Although he never wrote a book
he read hundreds of them
trying to solve riddles in his life.
But Jesse had a lisp, you see,
and others liked to laugh.
After he died last week
the undertaker poured his ashes
over the edge of an ocean cliff.
He liked to watch eagles dive
and carry away big fish.
Jesse was a common man
as are we whose whole is
greater than our parts.
But Jesse had a lisp, you see,
and others liked to laugh.
Donal Mahoney
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There once was a myth wid a lisp.
She made brownies wid a wide whisp.
Leaving chunks, she swore,
the batter she wore,
this myth burnt the batch to a crisp.