Spiritual Ritual Knights
Critical Cynical Fights
Brandishing their Mannish "Shwing" in Tights
Masochistic Monolithic Sights
A sweet coed from Kalamazoo
met a young man in Lima, Peru.
But her lack of Spanish
made him feel less mannish
and hand signs were all they could do.
Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
what no utensils
we've hands ~ soup kitchen water
main in-gr[id-i-ot]
French Consommé soup
beef stock veal broth ~ no substance
comes with twelve-course meal
Miso water soup
nine nine point nine ~ still nothing
we've extra chopsticks
Jamaican Mannish
Water goat soup ~ keyword big
voluminously
A Wise Woman
They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie treats and dogma. Ladies, let me give you the T with your Danish. Excuse me while I arrange my dress, so you won’t undress my unholy ways with your grotesque eyes. Unless you’re distressed and under religious duress, if not then I digress.
Disdained, but my head is held high. Once upon a time, I drowned in biblical verses filled with curses. I tried to stay afloat but struggled to deal with a defiled bed. I had to give head on Sunday but realized I was headed for self-destruction but had to still keep the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. For whatever it’s worth.
As a First Lady, I was always instructed to be a wise woman. following Proverbs made problematic predictions for me. I ended up impregnated under false fallacies. To a Jack and Jill went up the hill fables constantly in my ear. The Layman stays late to receive prayers while the holy enjoy extra curriculum, and activities anointed by god.
Subjects can their Bad Kings banish:
Their Lords that image tarnish
By being decisive and mannish
While proving them a clannish
After bribing schnapps of the Danish
And deceiving wine the Spanish!
Subjects must the details furnish
Of the wrongs by Monarchs to banish
And if they wish some garnish
Or the entire narrative varnish!
Subjects should Terrible Kings punish
Their faults ceases to burnish
Their eulogy for The–Without–Blemish.
The magic of mimosa meandered,
In her mystical mind and on the mirror.
Mesmerizing moments of men!
With mannish kindness they kissed her hands
and dainty, debutante fingers
Masculine too, having merciful manners
Musicality and poetry, a mighty mix.
The moon shed musical tunes midst the mimosa.
Moving down sweet memoir’s corridors.
To waltz, in mighty halls, with golden etched walls.
12/4/2022
A dreaming-to-be-blonde brunette
Psychologically caught in a drag net,
Her forced-upon nickname “You Cant!”
And she’d wished she were a debutante!
The further-taunted-about-her-sibilant
And mannish manners, not mildly militant…
Then, one day they started their plant
And she mindlessly took up a chant
At breathlessness out classing the ant,
Even as peaked never did pant,
Finally paralyzing her disbelieving aunt
And by a half music-promoting Gant,
Who could still his left hand move for The Grant…
A big shame to those who at Rita rant
For being the-good-for-nothing,
Often wanna be startin ‘somethin’
And A Rat Never-Do-Well
Wanting to The Cat bell…
Finally, A Rat bells The Cat
And instantly enemies lose fat!
It's wonderful~how some women's
shoes are delightful and feminine.
Yet women dress more and more
like men each day.
It's very sad in the USA, to watch
femininity quickly pass way.
Why wear pretty underwear inside
while dressing Paul Bunyan on the
outside?
Why get facial waxes, when a beard
and a mustache, matches your mannish
clothes and shoes?
What's the need for Dooney and Burke
expensive purses?
When sweaters your deceased grandpa
would not wear, you flash
with unabashed flair!
What happened to daughters who once
dressed as girls?
All have fallen and been totally destroyed
in a giant, omnivorous jean-factory world.
Why do sons and daughters dress like
fathers?
And why this fetish for masculinity?
And the crushing decimation of our
femininity?
January 24, 2020
11am PST
Sandra Stanwick Ain't Butter Sandwiches
anguish, bandage
Sandra Stanwick
banish, bandits
bandits, bandwidth,
standing, branding
handless manage
vanquish vantage
languish, manage
language, mannish
Spoken token
spanish
handed, handle
candid, candle,
wearing arraying
mandich, manish,
sandals, , spandex, , ,
stanich,stranded,
tannish, vanish
ate, eight
butter clutter
sandwhiches
05/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The roosters are clamoring for attention again, big, bold, mannish and bad.
Putting up such a male ruckus, all about themselves, the hens are mad.
The hens form a Baby-Making Brigade, everyone joins, that was ever sad.
Even Trixie Doo-Everybody Hen who’s never been particular who is her dad.
They lined up quickly, organized, wearing aprons and cat hats with cat ears, all pink
They marched to the pond, around the barn, and to the Farmer’s wife’s pretty blue kitchen sink.
They yelled, and they cursed every bad word they knew, then they stomped and they shouted all in sync.
The male sheep thought it was super hilarious, until their wives joined, wearing mink.
Hats out of fur, dyed pink, really made those judging sheep husbands sit up straighter and blink.
Ain’t gonna be any fun-loving action in the chicken coop tonight, is what we all think.
We big bad, bulls wisely kept our mouths shut after Head Cow raced around to tell us what was up.
We were the only animals in the barn that night who had any fun, except Mandrake a Pup.
,
Come fly with me in sweetshop dreams
throw caution’s doubt into the wind
laugh your face to pleasured lines
come board my plain and simple need..
oh let our bodies shed their gloom
see there.. before us distant laid
a flushed horizon’s fading glow
a green garbed castle in the sky..
all puckered you with mannish frown..
and doubts a’plenty in your mind
let rich selection fill your wings
come pick and mix all freedom find
sweet doubting heart. Come take your fill
a silk wrapped love here merry brings..
No liqu’rice threads or nougat feel
but more, a rich confectioned place
brim-full with honeyed almond strands ..
dark chocolate dipped ripe raspberries
hand held upon your sweetheart’s tongue,
a soaring flight of fancy brought
swirled an' twirled with sherbet fizz
to soon electrify a place, where is
a melting pot, rich roistering
awaiting weight of other’s sin..
so thus the weekend starts its test
with chocolatiers’s amazing craft
admired is he by others skilled
who knows full well he sells the best..
While looking for Viagra
with passion on its brink,
I dropped the little box of pills
they all went down the sink
Now on the pack it clearly says,
40 minutes take to work, so I
was keen to find them quick
and haste I did not shirk
My love was waiting in the bed
I knew for not too long, for pretty
soon she’d be counting sheep
and I with rampant dong
So out I wrenched the U-bend
tube, such water everywhere,
but could not see the little pills,
now patience running bare
So to the all night chemist, I drove
like man possessed, twenty minutes
there and back, and one to get undressed
I swigged one down immediately, looking
at the clock, and hoped the little devil, would
start work on my cock
Ten minutes still to go, perhaps foreplay would
be best, I slid to bed as she smiled and removed
my cotton vest
My love smiled up so sweetly but
then looking rather sad, she said it was
the time of month and sex could not be had
So older chaps beware this ditty, comes the
mannish urge, check your kitchen calendar,
when the hormones surge
Absent mind
Before birth was I alive?
A question to mind.
Answer of it I can declare
If was not alive who lived my life!
May be I were mixed with wind
Gently roaming in vacuum to find kind
If were in another form
Who deformed me in mannish term?
Only nature should have possession
To manipulate and to generate me
In her wish I was in twist
Not knowing when to publish
Pushing time difficulty for breathe
Gave me an overwhelming faith
A deep sorrow and bitter experience
Remembering Again will prevail
Luckily term was for another form
Neither man nor woman
In between life of genuine
An amicable birth for godly heaven
Absent mind delighted then
Knew new heaven born for man
A society for all kind leaving betrayal
Perfume of love scattered from heaven.
is it a terrible thing that one of the most memorable moments in my life is standing on a streetcorner in a european capital city listening to some dude in a fedora play a bob dylan cover? i flipped him a two doller tip and felt like a good human being. wow. later in the same trip i was walking back to the hotel and this extremely busty and somewhat mannish scottish broad was lumbering out of a tavern into the street, and was begging me to help her find her umbrella. i still think about that and smile sometimes. i was supposed to go see the castles from Braveheart, but i overslept. that day i spent the afternoon smoking clove cigarettes (so alt) in an internet cafe while chatting with friends back home. when i returned home from this expedition, i felt it was wasted time. lost potential. years later, i wish for those days. but there shall be more;
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