My garden plots my demise
Haunts me like a living soul
The care I give is appreciated, yet expected
Each time I weed takes a toll
When it's time to prune
All hell breaks loose
The clods grow stones to throw and wound
The ears of corn hear all that I say
They stalk me, following every which way
The sly potatoes sprout eyes to spy
And the others sharpen their spears to slay.
As I sweat with tools through the rows and rows
I hear the whispered names they call
I know the slang they use , ( crying, "hoe!")
Meaning a loose woman and I'm appalled !
You Rogue
You rogue, “you made a mess of me.”
First you held me like a flower,
which made me think that I would be
safe in your ivory tower.
But “we were built to fall apart.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
I thought you’d never hurt my heart.
Betrayal I did not foresee.
You gave me my own castle key
and made me think our world was bright.
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
“My castle crumbled overnight.”
You made me learn that’s how love goes.
Before you leave, look hard and see
the “love thorns all over this rose.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
Verse 1 line from Taylor Swift's "Hits Different"
Verse 2 line from Taylor Swift's "The Very First Night"
Verse 3 line from Taylor Swift's "Call It What You Want"
Verse 4 line from Taylor Swift's "****" (Soup disallows the title, but it means a loose woman and begins with S)
He was thrown out by the evils of a wanton loose woman
who had stolen him from his family weeks ago,
The contrite father reluctantly returned home
begging forgiveness from his disillusioned wife
The children were relieved when she said no
because he refused to reverse his alcoholism
or change his gadabout, heathen-like behaviors.
They’re in his car, he rubs her back
But Sue quickly gives him some flack
She says stop it Rex
You’ve no chance of sex
Because my V'gina’s too slack
It loosened when our babe arrives
I’ve tried pelvic floor exercise
Sue says don’t get stroppy
Cos you're loose and floppy
This happens to some older guys!
09/20/20
Celia Ann Blaylock, one of Alice’s doves
Plied her talents when the Wild West was
A Hooker, a hussy, streetwalker, floozy
a strumpet. Loose woman, whatever, a doozy
and then she met Wyatt, a man with a star
while working in Tombstone at Alice’s bar
she called him her husband, he called her his wife
she thought she had made for herself a new life
but after the gunfight and his brother was dead
old Wyatt took off for the Southwest instead
and Celia Ann Blaylock was left on her own
and back to the life she had previously known
Addicted to laudanum for the pain in her head
Celia Ann Blaylock then ended up dead
The woman with red hair
Flings her arm up to an apple...
Red apples hang from every tree.
The artist thinks of Eve,
But we all see a loose woman -
Red tears drop down a sexy dress.
No Eve, she, but another woman,
Ready to eat an unreal apple
From an unreal, china tree.
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8/20/2015
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Contest - That is Sexy
Sponsor - Lewis Raynes
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Honorable Mention
A Good Christian
By Elton Camp
Note: This is about a churchy, hypocritical woman talking
on the phone to another woman. She is slandering a
third member of their church.
I couldn’t believe that dress she wore
Anybody would think she’s a whore
Even for her, it was a big surprise
The hem was halfway up her thighs
Her neckline was a daring as could go
It surely shows that her morals are low
And the pearl necklace she picked out
Those gems were paste, there’s no doubt
Her ring with a diamond that’s so large
Is either a phony or she got it on charge
Wanda’s fancy watch showed “Rolex,”
But surely she changed it from “Timex”
And those hose were tinted a dark blue
That’s what a loose woman would do
Those shoe heels were six inches tall
And red isn’t the right shoe color at all
Also, her breasts are the largest you see
Another Dolly Parton she’s trying to be
A plastic surgeon must’ve helped her out
Those things are silicone I’ve little doubt
If she should die, to hell she’ll depart
But yet I still love her, bless her heart
I’ll see you at the church on Sunday
But don’t tell Wanda anything I say
She reclines on the banks of a quiet pond
Naked as a new born babe
Revealing gifts nature bestowed on her
without guile or shame.
Behind the hedges, trees and shrubs
Eyes bulge at the sight with disgust
condemning her this immoral wench, a loose woman.
Yet sin is not with her in that innocent pose
but in the eyes of the beholder
reflecting the lust within his own heart.
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