Sid now realized her suit was all wrong
but she'd hid in this stall for too long
So, she stuck out her gut
to distract from her butt
and snuck back to the pool in her thong
Blood
When I woke up the other night
The blood was on the sheets red and bright
It was part of becoming a woman right?
But how come after the blade slices across my skin
Making lines nice and thin
I cry thinking it’s a sin
This is a different type of blood
Not the one where cotton pads are used to stop the flood
But the one that flows when your thoughts stick everywhere like mud
The night blood trickled down my legs I was mortified
But when I feel the warmth slide down my arms I am satisfied
There once was a man from Gibraltar,
Who didn't do what he oughter?
He wore gigantic big socks,
That he filled up with rocks
He also stole bricks, stones and mortar.
Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!
Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!
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Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…
Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.
Sweet Lorelei was in distress -
an angler’s rod ripped off her dress,
perched high on her rock,
she was sans her frock,
her nakedness she must redress!
She clambered down onto the beach,
to gather seaweed in arm's reach,
then formed a bikini,
(which was rather teeny,)
now sailors declare her a peach!
Sea Tales Limerick Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Limerick 1: 8,8,5,5,8
Limerick 2: 8,8,6,6,8
Favorite color for jewellery – green
Ring size I think is possibly 5/ J ½ (to be confirmed)
7/31/18
I,
walk among the zombies
rotting in an unfathomable ghetto,
thrust ‘neath lifeless golden bricks,
drenched in crimson hues
of survival.
She,
dressed in disgrace,
gyrates to an ugly music,
painting his evenings in sordid colors!
What have they done to you,
Oh my Modesty!!
A desperate light flickers high above.
Unattainable.
Blind.
Does your fumbling feeble mind remember me?
I was once known as Honesty.
I can't find my clothes, they have strayed away.
Naked and cold in the middle of day.
Strangers are laughing and rude,
I've no idea why I'm nude.
Let this be a bad dream, dear Lord, I pray.
For Johns's contest. Nude dream 2nd place
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