Airmail via turkey buzzard, why not? Someone didst ask.
They are so ugly with their posteriors awful, decreed Cousin Mask.
But they can fly, so they avoid the traffic, which puts them in a great mood.
And best of all, they do not want money, all they want is fresh bloody food.
He’s got the place rock’n
He is a rock and roll king
Our boots began knock’n
Our posteriors began to swing
Where did you get this performer?
He came from Steve Tyler’s house, said Wormer
The amps cannot go much higher!
We were shocked at his fire.
Is he a headliner now?
I guess so, my friend said.
His meows are a wow!
He’s completely rock and roll fed.
Time was, just a pretty face faced stare,
Figures flaunted nor were busts so bare,
Rears today rule the roost,
Get more than a fair boost,
But today but when bums blare, front gets a fair share.
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Happenings | 02.03.2016, revised May 2023|humour
Poet’s note: Today style rules over substance and package pulls more than the product therein. There may be windows of exceptions, but why, I wonder, derrieres are in news more than any other feminine asset?
Appreciating yourself, when others turn away with scorn.
Each day, you must love you as the sun doth the morn!
Feed your body, and nourish your dreams.
Pay no mind to those who give you no heed.
They are as shards of glass!
And people who do not understand class.
They might consider your poetry, to theirs,quite inferior!
That's because their poets. hearts exist in their posteriors.
Remember to laugh at the gods on poetic unicorns!
Hugging non-existent Muses in falsely lighted uniforms.
This is a magnificent place, where you can indeed pen freely.
It's not the Roman Coliseum; the true poets honor you here, dearly.
Many will avoid your work like bubonic plague.
They may have the virus, it's all the rage!
Love those who appreciate you, avoid the rest.
Who are "they?"- the poets who dream they are the best.
So, now! Please write this very day.
Making believe you are blossoms on the first day of may.
10/24/2020
Poem 2
MIDDLE EARTH
I see the gaping maw approaching
ivory white saliva covered teeth
slobbering over red gums
tongue lolling about
reaching for my face.
Knees!! Dammit!!! Knees!!
God are there some ugly knees
rippled, dimpled, dumpling shaped
sticking through the holes in new jeans
smiling at me.
Butts!! Posteriors!! Cheek-sets!!
Bumping and bouncing
a constant “cha-cha-cha”
rippling tide afloat in yoga pants
spandex containment
seeking release.
Table bottoms….gawd-a-mighty
therapy….yes!!…I’ll need therapy
Don’t let me touch that stuff!!!
Better yet….stop sticking whatever
under the tables.
I see crotches…grabbed
by men….not playing baseball
just …. just….damn….more therapy
and women in spray painted
“body clinging” fashion art.
I see other kids…in strollers
at the edge of shock
unprepared for what awaits them
around the corner
just down the block.
9/1/2015
submitted to – Through the eyes of a child – Poetry Contest
Both groups jest across the desk
Rows of tight posteriors
Drool in unification
Till the crap appears.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
We the enfeebled of the incited states of confusion, ordered to deform a more perfect union,
establish just Them, insure narcotic tranquility, provide for the common everything, promote
Welfare, and procure the dressings of Liberty to Them and Their posteriors, do profane and
demolish this Constitution of the United States of America.
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