Short Kiss My Ass Poems
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Early got the Ronda round house
with a hi ya my head starts spinning
with a who's that
you can kiss my ass
he's got her fantasy kick on tap
There was once a snowman named Clyde
who showed all his underside.
When someone stopped and asked why
he was turned up to the sky?
“Kiss my ass was all he replied.”
12/28/17
when a perro
meets a gato
he just barks
and keeps
barking
she simply
turns around
as if to say
kiss my ass
doggie
thoughts
of doggie
style
but
i'm
not pure
of breed
just a mutt
that can't
seem to
shut up.
Form:
(This is a fictional poem)
You killed my son's cat when he went in your yard.
When you killed him, it left my son emotionally scarred.
You hurt my son so I shattered your jaw like a piece of glass.
Now your mouth is wired shut and you can kiss my ass.
Form:
You have pushed me to fall in love
That’s why now I cry and you laugh
Baby please hold my hand, pull me up
You know what? You are my love’s world cup
Baby, please sing this song, dance with me
Baby don’t kiss my ass though it’s free
Baby, please sing this song, dance with me.
Farewell to the pubs
the bars and the stores
Farewell to saloons
and the swinging of doors
Farewell to the nights
of stumbling home
Farewell to the fights
that hurt me alone
Farewell to the grip
of the bottle at last
I say to the demons
You can kiss my ass.
Farewell, Adios, Arrivederci.
Please whatever you do. "TAKE THE WORDS PERSONALLY". . I don't want you, Nor do I need you.. Your someone from my past who had his chance.. Now all you can do is kiss my ass.. Just kiss it but don't you touch.. Smile and wave goodbye cus your outta luck..
DINNER’S A CHORE
Dinner, my turn, nothing in the fridge
Off to market, be gone a smidge
Car won’t start, battery’s dead
Jump it, full steam ahead
Old gossips in the aisle, won’t move aside
‘Scuse me’ I croon, but they get snide
Right back I get crass
Suggest they kiss my ass
Go away
and don't come back.
Get out of my shack
and hit the road Jack!
Kiss my ass
and keep off the grass!
Let me be
and don't talk to me.
I don't want to play
and that's all I have to say.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
Dark as the night of
the soul,
That's seen a thousand
black holes
You wait on all fours
ready to kiss my ass-whole.
You're hard,
Coated in Sweet bliss
Crystalliss
That twinkles in the
Tea Light.
The dark horse
Amongst a herd of
Leather suede and hide,
I choose you
My perfect throne,
Regal and subdued
You're the perfect
prelude
To one's raging
Side.
YOU dressed me down today
for interupting your conversation
said I was unprofessional
Don't you get, I care bout the patient?
How DARE you speak to me like YOU DO
Your education does not negate the fact
You can't talk to people, the way YOU DO
in fact, you can kiss my ass
I appreciate stuff the stuff you done
Stuff that should have been done anyway
we give you alot, more than our families
recognize that
I quit
It’s not all easy being favoured as a great gifted poet
All this deigning and stooping just to let people know it
They do deign but I just do so to see them pass
Tomorrow perhaps worse they want to kiss my ass
But that’s not the worse of it and irritating much more
Is my fresh ironed toga keeps ruddy snagging the door
PP .
The Great Poet is most embarrassed using the word for a donkey for a fleshy nice shaped bottom for the sake of a silly rhyme !
I always knew you’d be there with your caring and concern.
I always knew you’d have my back when I had nowhere to turn.
I always knew I could count on your support no matter what.
All these things I always knew, but somehow you forgot.
Each day I’ve waited patiently for just one little word,
but the days go by and still I wait, my name never to be heard.
What keeps me going now is I know, with any luck,
I can tell you all to kiss my ass, ’cause I DON’T GIVE A !
Our congress just loves to lament,
about waste when taxes are spent,
but say it ain't healthy
to tax raise the wealthy
so they tax those that can't pay rent.
Roads and the schools need maintaining,
from taxes I'm not abstaining,
while the poor live on beans
its the ones with the means
that are doing the complaining.
I choose a career that won't pass,
just anywhere near upper class,
but I'll make my dollar
with sweaty blue collar
The wealthy can all kiss my ass.
I’m attracted to you
I’m keeping it together like a lady
And I’m just being myself
Maybe just maybe
You’re the one for me
Maybe not
Who cares right now
I don’t care
Not even trying to be sexy
Just being me
Opps just burped
Didn’t mean to do that
That probably turned him off
Oh well
Why am I so nervous
He’s just a guy
Not the first or the last
Oh well, I did it and he don’t like it he can kiss my ass
Oh well, Guess that’s my last time seeing him
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be