Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent
A little latch opened a flash of blue a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place
yes I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase
A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp
contented as a Mishka, he cried out, " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .
The End.
December 24, 2020
Categories:
ogress, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Without you there would be no dirty hoes or moldy dishes
I'd hook up with a wild one in less than a New York minute~
Every night I'd go out hungry sharking with the guys
circling around neon boobs until it was closing time~
Fishing and all night poker games would be the norm
sure would beat listening all night to an ogress' snore~
and I wouldn't have to always be the perfect gentleman
I could proudly pick my nose and break the sweetest wind~
and never again would I fall victim to a case of deep blue balls
I'd be notching headboards and knocking pictures off the wall~
but then again nobody else but you has always had my back
so I'll stick it out until my heart leaves no more tracks~
5/29/20
Categories:
ogress, absence, adventure, candy,
Form: Couplet
Moonshine hues in a powerful projection
peep in to light the lovers’ cavern with profusion.
Her tibias go weak; on the stone table, displayed
were wooden large bowls full and neatly arrayed.
Her colon constricts and she retains a gas, about to leak,
as she wants very much to look a bride, composed and meek.
A graceful raise of clavicles and a sexy push of the pelvic girdle
masked her gluttonous stare which clearly is to tolerate no hurdle.
She sniffs cautiously as her bridegroom leads her to her chair;
delicious soup of small intestines and roasted gall bladders for two to share.
A huge portion he serves her with exaggerated tenderness
“This for you, a first humble meal, my beautiful beloved ogress…”
Tibias, colon (large intestine), clavicles, pelvic girdle,small intestines, gall bladders.
12/09/16
A body of work (Viv Wigley)
Use of 6 body parts
Categories:
ogress, fantasy, humor,
Form: Couplet
she's lost
and she's hiding
worn from the battle she's fighting
never crying
but always wishing
that there's something big she's missing
she is here
but feeling hopeless
in the mirror she sees an ogress
feeling foreign
in her own skin
in every game she cannot win
she's scared
and she's shaking
while the cold, cruel world is waking
she is up-
always awake
her biggest fear, her worst mistake
Categories:
ogress, life, loss, sad,
Form: Rhyme