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The Seduction of Ursula
Oh Ariel, do you think you can hide from me…
By changing your body’s sexuality?
What a shame? What a timidity?
However, I like the way you transformed your body
Your bulging biceps & chocolate abs attract me
Lol! My raging enmity turned into salivating bestiality!
Hihihi! An octopus being seduced by a fish? So funny!
It’s the greatest abnormality under the sea!
A very big insult to my superiority!
But anyway, come to my tentacles you hot twink so sexy
Hihihi! Feel the loving embrace of your ex-mortal enemy
Aha! Ex-enemy!... Yes! ‘Coz I’m now an admirer of thee!
Oh I forget…I’m still a clumsy bulky lady
Unable to match the strong muscles of thee
Hihihi! So now watch me as I change too my entity…
Hahaha! Here I am, lo! Now a male like thee!
My tentacles’ muscles are no longer flimsy!
I can hug you now so tightly!
Witness oh Triton, as I with your fruity
Hahaha! Gotcha! Oh Ariel, your warm flesh is tasty
Struggle more! It tickles me! Oh so yummy!
Away Flounder! Don’t disturb! We’re in’ busy!
Away Sebastian! We’re doing our business privately!
Hahaha! That’s it, Flotsam & Jetsam! Banish the animosity!
Now come, oh hottie Ariel…let’s go into serene secrecy…
To my private room in this corner of the sea
Where it’s only you and me!
Ah!...This is the Seduction of Ursula! Heavenly gay joviality
A kiss of vascularity on your muscularity
Oh Ariel! You’ve just broken my virginity!
-02/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*Disney Characters Sex Change Collection
Strong-willed with the fearless, forgiving, and fervent heart from the sympathy-sought start
Turbulent, yet terrific as the storm of epic efflorescence that is vigilant in roving reassurance
Robust and rough like radiant rocks on the ocean bed and beyond the shimmering, soulful sea
Essentially elevating like cave-engulfed gems, glimmering with eager, endearing effulgence
Negotiable somewhat with never-ending nobility and stability of a recognizable, favorably dream-weaved, riveting reality
Glorious with an exuberant, gigantic grip – I find it extremely exquisite and extraordinarily fit…gratefully lit up, gladly enthusiastic and fairly fantastic, loaded up with lofty-legitimate loyalty
Tough-skinned like a colossal crocodile, craftily cruising in the liquid-levitating lagoon during turmoil's thunderous tornado, along with brazen blows of bulky brilliance, marvelously restored like a frog's risky ribbit that acts like a zealous, wondrous, leader-like, echo-precious illumination
Hefty with rain-drop-rippling hopes and strength-purified joys while being an asset of helpfulness in horrendous handfuls of halcyon humility, enhancing rejuvenation from laborious restlessness; strength, in general, is a shallow-swimming or abyss-dwelling shark, devouring away his crimson victim of feeble bravery and timid durability that strengthens the predator of passionate prosperity
~written by KAP and me~
Our suitcases are very old;
They’re heavy and they wobble.
Discussing getting new ones
Caused a wee bit of a squabble.
What size to buy? Hard shell or soft?
So many out there waiting.
To order it online or not?
We spent much time debating.
We chose one sent by Amazon,
But found it big and bulky
And having to return it
Made us both annoyed and sulky.
We sent it back and in the store,
We found the luggage section
And checked a few ‘til finally,
We made a joint selection.
The purchase made, we’ll wait and see
When we go on vacation
If what we bought was worthy of
All that consideration.
There goes a lonely soul in a coffin
carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace
a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up
the brass band follows:
the trumpet vomits blood from its shredded heart,
one step forwards leaning to left
the trombone steps backward heaving a heavy sigh,
two steps leaning to right;
when the saxophone scatters wandering spirits in the air
the spirits twist their bodies with the sax yearning for lost paradise;
the tuba, on the verge of tears, struggles to advance out of breath,
keeps swaying its bulky body trying not to fallout from the line.
The enchanting melodies of Dixieland,
appeal not only to the mourners but
curious bystanders ears as well.
One day it's Doctor Seuss.
Now it is a goose
who took to the back of a bulky brown moose.
It was said the goose had a bald head
of an eagle who is exceptionally regal.
The goose rode the moose until they came upon a pond
this is were the goose envisioned she belonged.
When the goose saw the inhabitance of the pond
by an exquisite white elegant swan
she decided that they'd be moving on.
The goose and moose then kept a looking
for a place that wasn't tooken.
Then along came a gander
who did not pander
that lead the goose's heart astray.
The goose and moose then stumbled upon
a vacant barn, in it a cage,
one where all the chickens once laid.
The goose took to the stoop
and climbed up to roost.
Once she got settled
she made a nest
out of grass found in the meadow.
She laid eggs, making it a dozen
that is all she had in her oven.
For several weeks she heard not a peep
the eggs seemed sound asleep.
One day, it happened!
the eggs began a hatching!
and the nest was full of action!.
She took her twelve goslings
across the meadow
where the sheep had settled.
Then up the street
to a water filled creek.
Where they swam all the day long.
while joyfully honking out this song
we've found were we belong.
I'm solitary, roaming
The American southwest desert;
Heaving my bulky body -
Covered with bead-like scales
Of black and yellow -
Across hot sands and rocks
In search of prey.
I'm a nocturnal,
Cold-blooded lizard.
I flick out my forked poisonous tongue
To taste the air like snakes do.
Do not confuse me
With a Komodo Dragon,
I'm a much smaller reptile,
And I wear a different skin.
My tail is rather short.
My razor sharp claws are used
To dig burrows and unearth
Buried eggs of tortoises, snakes,
And other lizards.
My diet include small crawlies
Such as rodents, frogs, meerkats, etc.
I don't mind birds and their young!
I'm a Gila Monster
When spring lands, a natural world awakes.
Humans whisper, and our souls shake.
A light breeze sets off a flurry of pinwheels.
While we admire the forest natural feel.
The wind whispers mysteries in our ears.
As lovers lips come close without any fear.
The birds cram the air with their lovely melodies.
Butterflies soar into the sky with graceful ease.
The sun is up, and it's warming up our skin.
And our rattling souls are bursting from within.
Flowers are in bloom, and rainbows abound.
A living symphony that never fails to astound
We threw off our coats and bulky gear.
While we relax in the sun's gentle sheer.
It is now spring, the season of rebirth.
A feast honoring human existence on earth.
We should break out into ecstasy and dance.
And earn the most of each day's entrance.
Since spring is a season that quickly fades away.
Creating memories that will endure every day.
Written: June 08, 2023
As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something real...
If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
I'd wish for just some happiness, just a little in a jar;
So I could open as I needed, unload some sadness that I feel
Much like unloading bulky freight,
From a trains overloaded boxcar...
If only I could wish away, all the sadness that I feel,
I'd finish this life with certainty
And a soul full of new found zeal...
Bulky blue-purple bottle
Rounded and smooth
Sharp etches of gold
It’s heavy
But the weight is comforting
You can smell the musk from a foot away-
Without even spraying a spirits
Sprayed on a stuffed mouse
Doused on a t-shirt ball-
Wrapped with an engraved chain
Vivian
What's that smell–
Is asked
Or thought
To them it smells old
Like musk
Like dust
Like something forgotten on the top shelf at the back of the closet
Pungent
Like a moth eaten piece of lace
What’s that smell-
To her it smells like comfort
Like a warm arms caress and a lullaby
Like childhood before the self awarenesses
Soothing
Like the memories that play over and over on a sleepless night
Like summertime soaked in chlorine and pollen
Like winter draped in pajamas and garland
A musk
A memory
Grunt grunt below the gutter
The man of the sewer works
With his big old rusty spanner
He twists the pipes, the nuts and bolts
That struggle to hold the metal that jolts
The rats and roaches scamper
When they hear the sewerman's steps
Plod plod plod goes the smelly sewerman
Onto the next battered and crusty pipe
Glog glog the stinky water churns
Flowing out in wispy waves
Greenish hue surrounds the river of filth
Looks like a witches wildest dream
Mr sewerman scrunches his bulbous nose
Shaking his head and clicking his tongue
As a fat rat chases past his bulky boots
Oh Mr sewerman sir
Look how much you toil and swear
See and smell all what you wear
Do you like this job Mr sewerman sir
Are you merry and well with the fat rats
Jolly and gay with huge skidding roaches
I say your plight is choice
Look at that large frame
You could have been a pawn in the country's game
And left the smelly sewers that you call home
Honour and grace could have earned you a place
As a general or even a captain of the horde
Instead you cower behind the sewer's cover
And douse yourself in the smelly waters
Look at me Mr sewerman sir
When I strut with my uniform in town
People wave and salute me in honour
Do you envy my shiny medal
And the respect from the townsfolk?