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Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
John Wulf, with his funny Limerick antics telling funny hilarious stories,
“viagraology
There once was a medical study
of things flapping flaccid like putty
those men given placebo
couldn’t enter gazebo
it drove the poor fellas plumb nutty
Copyright © 2015John Wulf”
but also has his very soft spot for all of us
Then there is my very favorite lady, Jan Allison, with all her humorous poems,
ANOTHER VIAGRA POEM HAS JUST POPPED UP - INSPIRED BY EVE ROPER AND JACK ELLISON
It hung so limply like Niagara
Doc told him to take some Viagra
Just one little blue pill
Gave his wife such a thrill
It sticks up so high it could stab ya
Copyright © 2015JAN ALLISON 18th July 2015
but lover her with all our hearts she is the sweeties of them all
Jack Ellison, teasing back and forth with his witty poems,
so who’s the greatest of them all,
OD'd On Viagra
Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Overdosed on Viagra, whatta shock
My wee fellow looked up
Said, “You ain't no pup!”
I cried, “This guy don't go by no clock”
Copyright © Jack Ellison 2015
But a jolly soul because his Santa Jack this year.
Then there’s our Mystic Rose that joins the group with her sense of humor;
A Little Viagra Goes A Long Way
Incline thy ear o-friend of mine
Me poor husband got it bad
He got a dicky that won't pine
Tis sad Tis sad Tis really sad
I heard yours takes Viagra pills
Malone's will not erect nor stay
and yesterday he got the shills
Just letting dicky out to play!
Would you be so kind to send
The medicine that made him sleep
I'll give my hon a pop to rend
His dicky joy, so he can weep
Few tears of joy alongside mine
Oh how my smile would shine
He got a dicky that won't pine
And that's a real bad sign...
Copyright ©Mystic Rose 7/19/2015
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11/13/2015
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I have in my possession an object I really prize.
It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize.
'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were the fad.
'Tis the leather razor strop used by my Grandpa and Dad.
Its precise genesis is really difficult to gauge,
But it's certainly well over a century old in age.
It shows the scars as they went to all the trouble,
To hone their razors to rid their mugs of stubble!
I can picture them as young swains shaving before the mirror,
With a steady hand trying not to nick an ear.
With a brush and soap to apply lather to their face,
Later to meet their sweeties decked out in ribbons and lace!
Now I never thought of a razor strop in relation to education,
But Mom found a novel use for it much to my mortification.
When I became rowdy and tended not to mind,
That cold, hard strop was generously applied to my behind!
I will pass the old strop along to a subsequent generation,
With vivid tales of Mom's expertise in its application!
This only to add to family knowledge and lore,
But to use on tender behinds never, never more!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
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On a scale of one to ten with ten being my favorite ice cream or cake, chocolate ice cream is nowhere on the scale, and hopefully, not in my house.
Coming in at number six would be strawberry ice cream or angel food cake.
Please do not insult me with any kind of cookies or candies in my ice cream.
To each its own. So why take away such a God ordained purity of the sweeties?
I would give a very strong competitive edge to vanilla bean as my number eight.
I try very hard to keep all types of ice cream away from me and out of my house.
But when I fail at keeping it out, temptation forces me if its any vanilla with nuts.
I know that I could just say "No" and quickly walk away, but "Yes" bullies me.
If I’m lucky, I eat one cup of black walnut cream, but if I’m a looser, two or three.
I tell you, I’m always a looser if maple nut or pecans in vanilla slips into my freezer.
If for some reason such creams find a way into my house, what choice do I have except to devour them? Without a doubt, pecans and maple nut absolutely rank a ten.
There’s a famous pie store in my community; and their New York cheese cake? Tops!!!
Cj09262015(Contest, "Melts.....")
The lines have been drawn
The battle commenced
Each voter a pawn
Each party seems tensed.
They’ve argued the topics
All blurred the same lines
We muse on our prophets
Determine our swines.
Does one vote for their country?
Or just seek our own gain
Chasing lollies quite bluntly
Causing decades of drain.
You know no sweeties from strangers
Could ever end well
But in spite of the dangers
You’re tempted to kiss and not tell.
You’ve tried to do study
Policies, farming, and crime
Snatched beliefs from some buddies
Hell research on Facebook saves time.
Days to polling have dwindled
There’s claims of rich serving up poo
Yet when the economy’s swindled
Shucks, we’d work for a tranny named Sue.
Oh how the experts do surface
Daily their ranks seem to swell
Poems and posing’s are posted
It’s social media hell.
There’s calls for compassion
Never an end to the queue
Yet when they dole out the rations
It’s from my plate to you.
So we each vote for our promise
Mine? Well it really means well
To be frank and quite honest
I hope the reds go to hell.
Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies
flying low on dogwood trees.
Mary and James chase
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.
Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.
Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.
Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.
Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.
Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
You're never out of my thoughts sweeties
Never very far away
On my mind the last thing each night
Mornings to start each new day
What is it called when this thing happens
Is there some very special name
Or is it just called plain old love
Basically the name stays the same
Happening for thousands of years or more
The need for the love of another
To assure us guys are not all alone
And we count on the love of others
What a sad world this place would be
Without love to see us through
Totally adrift on an ocean of nothingness
So fortunate to still have you
So I'll close with this my dear sweet lady
Not a moment ever goes by
When you're image is not alive in my thoughts
Tears of joy well up in my eyes
Spring
When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born,
Crimson colours do shed, the remote hills
While by the turn of the delightful morn
Golden hues brighten the neighbouring fields.
It is time when birds quit their fleecy nests
Twitter with relish their first morning song,
Bees fish for sweeties from blooms, feeling blest,
While flowers trumpets their own blooms for long.
Soon the sweet spring breeze will whisper by night
With the clean blue sky lit by the full moon,
It`ll be time to scribble with much delight
Some twinkling verses to extol spring`s boons.
The spring sweet shining sunshine, though sublime,
Like every existing joy is for short time.
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about women mostly here
But some men did also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Reside here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty, they say, comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the Soup
Is why I have love on my mind
© Jack Ellison 2013
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about the sweet women here
But some men do also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Residing here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty they say comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the site
Is why I have love on my mind