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My goal each day is to put a smile on your face
And a giggle in your old gazoo
Don't ask me where your gazoo is located
I think it sounds naughty don't you!
Well now that I've got your attention my friends
Sending you a big whoop whoop!
Bunches of giggles with some love mixed in
At times I even talk about poop!
Censors are always on the alert for some smut
Disguise it with some serious stuff
If you read between the lines you'll find it there
As I sit here typing in the buff!
Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be
If I can just get by these censors
It's just a bit below the centre of your yahoo
And it's held up by your suspenders!
Well if all of a sudden my name disappears
From the member list on the site
I'll be sitting here lonely please drop me a line
I promise I'll be real polite!
Rather than crank up the heat...
and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."
I bundle with layers to stave off cold
energy efficiency drilled courtesy
me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled
now ewe best heed following suggestion
wool worth 3d printing than wearing
a sheep doubled over
along dotted line to fold
cuz expending (fossil fuel)
leaving carbon footprint
would immediately being lectured
by ecology conscious eldest daughter,
(a University of Pennsylvania
biomedical engineering alumna)
who would mildly scold.
Myself and thee missus holed up
here within Highland Manor Apartments
(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)
we're here moost every cold December day
sipping warm cup
of our favorite beverage
exotic coffee latte brew
suits this muttering pup
actually yours truly
a doggone ole
long haired pencil necked geezer.
He can be found moost any given warm Green Day
shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams
overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray
occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray
heating inside cozy nook,
though outside temperature brisk,
nevertheless for winter quite balmy
while I sit here heavily clad,
hence yours truly quite toasty within
perfect weather for wedding,
especially one hashtagged December/May.
After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset
occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet
black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)
whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet
dollars to donuts impossible mission
to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt
necessary to pay the sandman,
who knows maybe you gotta get get
comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious
state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas
analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,
where divine creator
conjuring Nirvana and/or
a place called Willoughby
if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.
Dear Jane,
I write this letter ‘cause I’m not in love with you.
I’ve also been unfaithful as I’ve had your mother too.
I really sad it happened but I cannot change the past,
but my tears are now forgotten as I know I’m free at last.
If you are now unhappy take some comfort in your pain
by the memory of our meeting and our trips down lover’s lane.
Where in me you found perfection and the lessons you did learn
that will help you get another,……..your libido may return.
If your mum should ever leave you would you please drop me a line.
You could live on with your father and I know you’ll both be fine.
For your mum had more about her and my every need she fed
and also I’d remember you each time we went to bed!
John
My goal each day is to put a smile on your face
And a wiggle in your old gazoo
Don't ask me where your gazoo is located
I think it sounds naughty, don't you!
Well now that I've got your attention, my friends
Sending you a big whoop whoop!
Bunches of giggles with some love mixed in
At times I even talk about poop!
Censors are always on the alert for my smut
Disguise it with some serious stuff
If you read between the lines you'll find it there
As I sit here typing in the buff!
Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be
If I can just get by these censors
It's just a bit below the center of your yahoo
And it's held up by your suspenders!
Well, if all of a sudden my name disappears
From the member list on the site
I'll be sitting here lonely, please drop me a line
I promise I'll be really polite!
My goal each day is to put a smile on your face
And a giggle in your old gazoo
Don't ask me where your gazoo is located
I think it sounds naughty, don't you!
Well now that I've got your attention, my friends
Welcome to my place in the Soup
Usually giggles with some love stuff mixed in
Sometimes I even talk about poop!
Censors are always on the alert for some smut
But I disguise it with some serious stuff
If you read between the lines you'll find it there
As I sit here typing in the buff!
Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be
If I can just get by these old censors
It's just a bit below the centre of your yahoo
And it's held up by your suspenders!
Well, if all of a sudden my name disappears
From the member list on the Soup
I'll be sitting here lonely, please drop me a line
I promise not to talk about poop!
© Jack Ellison 2013