Long Nympho Poems
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Fishes From Heaven
I’m sorry to leave that dear husband of mine
But Ted will be fine with his rod, reel and line
His love for his fishing left me in the shade
I often said Ted should have wed a mermaid
When I get to heaven, I don’t want a harp
Just send me back as a bloody great carp
If that cannot be then my gift from above
I’ll send Ted a forty pound pike with my love
He’d have little use for a nympho or wench
But he wouldn't say no to a ten pound tench
A monster sized barbel? Should I grant that wish?
Or get him to battle a monster catfish
So I can rest easy, at peace where I’m laid
Or sat on a cloud where I might see Ted wade
Into the lake where he’ll slip his big net
Under my gift that’s his biggest fish yet
I just think it’s fair that somehow I thank
My husband for fishing...
So I could see Frank.
2 February 2019
Contest: If I had a secret life
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I think I’m in danger
I could end up dead
When my wife smells the perfume
on her side of the bed
The perfumes I buy her
From a cheap back-street dive
Don’t smell like this perfume
It’s Chanel number Five
She’s been away a few days
Visiting her sick mother
So I brought home a Nympho
For a bit of the other
But my wife said this bedroom
Always smells of rank farts
But it now smells like a boudoir
That’s frequented by tarts
She’d smelt it and I told her
What jumped into my head
That the little Lord Jesus
Was asleep in our bed
But he smelt just like a manger
Kinda sawdust and dung
So I sprayed him with perfume
Well it had to be done
She cursed and I was thrown out
By the tip of her toe
And I flew through the doorway
Coming down in the snow
So it seems that like Mary
During that first Christmas
I shall go to meet Jesus
While I’m sat on my ass
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
I don't want no fancy cruise
I don’t want your nympho sisters
I don’t want a crate of booze
I’ve tried so hard not to buckle
Somethings tied my sprightly tongue
I just want to make you chuckle
With a slightly risqué pun
I just want to sit and write
But I’ve sat here half the night
Seeking words to use
All I want for Christmas is muse...
24 December 2020
For: Christmas Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
[Note: I actually was struggling to write when I penned the above, so every word is true...
Mind you, if you happen to have a couple of nympho sisters...]
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
I want a girl that I can meet
Greet
And eat
No wining and dining just straight to the treat
A fit sexy mamma with a J Lo seat
Someone that can do things I never thought of before
One I can scream “Yea baby give me more
Maybe paddle me ass with a boat oar
Then when we finished there’s the door
I want to be satisfied through to the inner core
Left panting helplessly on the floor
One when she leaves I say “Where you going girl?”
This is the intermission between my thrill
I need you until I get my fill
I wanna grind her like corn in my flour mill
So if you know this girl and have the info
Let me know, yours truly, Nympho