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He makes himself at home daily as he slinks through the house.
He slinks so stealthily, he can sneak up on man, woman and mouse.
He almost always slinks to the mailbox and gives the mail man a scare.
Dogs in the neighborhood are fearful of him, he has a menacing stare.
My wife had to be accepted by Slinky, or we could not have dated.
Huge effect on my once non-existence love live, cannot be overrated.
I knew right away she was going to work out, when I saw
That Slinky sniffed her and then walked away like Big Lah Dee Dah.
Doesn’t he like me? She asked me, new girlfriend concerned.
She was afraid of the verdict, but I quickly discerned
That Slinky was okay with her being included in life.
For he did not bite claw, or bring out a butcher knife.
So the three of us have made a terrific little home in the woods.
We keep Slinky in cat nip, and he gives us all of his goods.
He uses his litter, and rarely gives anyone a serious ouch.
But we both have learned, that his domain will always be the couch.
She was a sexy young mosquito named Fey
Had no qualms about chewing your flesh away
We did not realize what a hard bug she was
Until she flew in and began chewing on Cuz.
Cuz let out a shriek, and slapped her arm very hard.
Fey flew away, but threw down a poem by a bard.
Poem said simply she had most particular taste.
She needed the blood type of my cousin, Big Waste.
Big Waste was the kind who got puffed up quite quickly.
Rolled up her sleeve and invited Fey to dine slickly.
Fey had to be coaxed for she was a player.
She burrowed down under BW’s skin layer.
Ouch! Big Waste said. Can you dine a bit faster?
Fey brought in brothers making lunch a crazy disaster.
Someone ran for mosquito repellent and brought out a spray.
Which ended the cousins and that arrogant bully named Fey
I pee in the cup.
As you get older, it’s inevitable that your body will start to let you down. Sometimes, it's nice to have a family member visit or spend time with your children. However, when you're living in a small apartment with only one bathroom, you really have to rethink the idea of having visitors over.
When nature calls, there's simply no delaying the urge. You rush to the bathroom, only to stop short as you knock on the door, anticipation building. From within, a voice responds, "I am in here." The realization hits you like a cold splash of water—someone is occupying the very sanctuary you desperately need. Ouch! It’s that sinking feeling of frustration and urgency colliding, leaving you longing for relief.
At times, I hesitate about long-haul flights, particularly when traveling to my homeland, to avoid potential embarrassment.
I remember that awkward morning when I really needed to go, but someone was in the bathroom for more than an hour. I felt a kind of pain I had never experienced before. After a while, I heard them say they would be out in a few minutes.
As I looked at my cup of water, I realized I couldn't wait any longer. I ended up peeing in the cup. I felt bad that my body wasn’t cooperating, but I just wanted that person to hurry up and leave..
"Damn, do I really have to go? Do I?"
That's my thought bubble, every time.
I don't know what it is about hospital visits;
Like many, if not all, I hate it like I do cockroaches.
There's something dreadfully morbid
About making these trips, even when
I'm just picking up a prescription.
I bet a hypochondriac feels differently
On my way, my mind gets flooded with
Disturbing imagery of folks bleeding and dying;
Injection needle going into a vein in my arm.
"Ouch!," you say. I know, right? I recoil
At the phrase, "blood work." Call me chicken,
But I'd rather recuperate at home, thank you!
Going to the emergency room almost feels like
I'm headed to the gallows, nope, no kidding!
I sit morosely in the waiting area
For what seems like an eternity
Wondering why I came in the first place;
My inner child growing increasingly jumpy!
Is it just me or does it always feel
Too long at the doctor's office?
He could be simply talking to me
About the weather and my anxious,
Impatient brain would be
In panic mode...
"Are you softening me up for something, Doc? What ails me?
I'll be okay, right? Right!? Stop beating around the bush!"
[This is a cleaned up version of a very old joke. Ive sat on
it for a week or two debating whether it might still be a
little too rude. Ultimately, I’ve decided to risk it with
profuse apologies to anyone who hoped they were about
to read a romantic sonnet.]
***
Sam and Suzy parked the car and started making out
They’d got quite lewd and fully nude then Sam began to shout
The car was now on fire and the flames he couldn’t handle
He yelled, ‘I thought I told you not to light that scented candle.’
They leapt out of the car and all their clothes went up in smoke
And then Sam tripped and hollered, ‘Ouch my blinking leg is broke.’
He tried to hop but then he had to curse his rotten luck
His foot slipped in a crevice and was well and truly stuck
He said, ‘Go get some help and say they can’t come soon enough.’
‘I can’t do that,’ she said, ‘because I’m stood here in the buff.’
He spotted an old shoe which seemed an unexpected oddity,
‘Hold that down below and it will cover up your modesty.’
Soon she reached the town they’d driven through so recently
And so she held the shoe in place to keep her decency
She only had the shoe to hide herself from all the town
Some tried hard to not look up and some to not look down
She stopped a man and said, ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got a truck,
because my boyfriend Sam needs help, he’s well and truly stuck.’
The man said, ‘I’m so sorry, Miss, but I can’t lead you on,
from where I’m standing your poor fella’s simply too far gone.’
Innocent eyes and her petite form
Me promising her you will be mine
Ignored she did doesn't speak so..
Challenge you wanna speak to me
Then Rui.. do so with your tongue
Sally in a future date you will be mine
Salama doesn't speak telepathanesee
..In your hands is where i wanna be..
Eyes bland says sally doesn't telepath
Sally do so love me i know it so so so
Hookups at pears of Pilates beach
Sally all jolly twerks and smiles
eyes light up Salma waltez to me
Thanks dia i have waited for long
pledges lets make over fine drinks
Salma a creature now reborn in darkness
Shy smile disappears she dances so so..
I envision paradise she doesn't mind me
..Watch dia.. so yo do speak telepatho...
Am hungry dia buy me a sausageee now
Salma lead i will love to.. i will follow
Vultures keep circling my faint limbs
Tears of heart why love do me so hurt
Sally carrying a huge burden evading I
Salma love is begotten of God my love
It never asks why or when
It demand now and here
It embraces fast and quick
It rejuvenates a tired soul
It is best gift in time love
Sally they strike me.. ouch
Sally they wanna lynch I...
Sally embrace me cover me..
Let them not see my sword..
Let them not see the anger...
Seething bubbling inside..
Let them perceive not Salma
That the dawn of judgement
Knocks on the door relentlessly
We sat in the dark on the edge of our couch
Someone scrunched closer, giving me a bit of an ouch
It was the paw of my dog, whose eyes were big too
Next to him was his cat friend, we call her Old Blue
My teenage sister was sitting close to her boyfriend Bill
They were told I could not watch scary movies, and still….
Here I was on a Friday night watching blood come out of a drain.
I was screaming and thrashing, this horror movie was pain!
Take it easy said my sis, her boyfriend put his arm around me.
I felt a bit safer, but could not look at the black and white TV.
The next scream was my sister’s, and I was glad of that.
My parents came home and turned the TV off in seconds flat.
Morning breeze of air filled the room
Everyone else are sleeping, snoring in their dreams
Neighbors are outside, picking flowers that blooms
Birds singing merrily as they fly by the streams
First player said “here, let’s play”
Another one responded and said it’s okay
Another one responded and says sure why not
“Hitting the ball hard, I like it a lot
Round, colorful faces awoke
As 1st player hit his first stroke
OUCH!!! I said, the first game has begun
It hurts so much that I swallowed the pain
While in the stage of recovering, the 2nd hit came
BANG!!! CRASH!!! It hurt even more
Found myself trapped in the corner of the board
I was lost, not knowing what basket hole to go
Yet, I believe in myself;
The 3rd hit came and I was rolling;
Confused, carrying mixed feelings but when I saw the basket
It’s never too late, I closed my eyes and had faith
I prayed that someday the challenger will finish the game
Child mind with red apple cheeks,
and brilliant eyes.
Do you wish to taste my mud cake?
Unclean hands,
picking the first dandelion of spring.
Found a stone that flashes silver -
a valuable treasure
Studying an anthill,
a large dome-shaped pile of pine needles.
Look, an earthworm, it's a friend.
Scrapes and bruises on the knees doesn't matter,
the blood has congealed hours ago.
Climbing up a huge tree,
can almost touch the moon.
A child isn’t afraid to explore.
Ouch, a splinter in the finger.
Mom will fix it when I come home.
Life doesn’t have to be complicated.
Many times it is not the wound itself
that needs the most care and attention.
Here she comes. You’ll see.
The room got quiet.
Yes, she was an unknown girl.
Her knockers were not only enormous
They were practically loose.
The women did not seem to notice.
Grandma was stirring up a big pot of spaghetti.
My mother, the Den mother, was chopping salads.
There were eight of us boys, and we were twelve.
We were eaters.
The girl was unknown to us.
But we were fascinated.
We had never seen them out in the open like that.
We began to giggle.
She turned and they knocked a lamp off.
“No worries!” Grandma said. “Just pick it back up.”
As she was picking it up, she said “ouch!”
Because they were slapped up against it.
“Loosen your grip,” Danny one of my friends said.
She did, and it worked.
She came over to thank him and hit him in the eye with one of them.
He jumped up and ran out screaming.
He had never been hit like that before.
All that bragging about his experience.
Grandma turned and looked at the unknown.
“Go get more clothes on!” she ordered her.
Taking away our fun.
Apparently she is my cousin.
Who knew?