Short Pounder Poems
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"Prize-winning huge pumpkins",
pitched the little seed bag.
Purchasing them with hopes,
preparing fertile soil,
planting them with much care,
patiently waiting, and...
pleased - a sixty-pounder!
A CHOICE TO SUFFER
The more I Pounder,
I wander in wonder;
I can't think further,
Cos I'll still borther;
If true love is the order,
Then love is a boarder.
If to love is to suffer,
And not to love is to suffer,
I have to choose to suffer,
Cos if I don't, I'll suffer.
E L E P H A N T!
The king of the thick Jungle,
Of five-
Not height but senses,
With-
A long nose like pounder,
Ears like winnows,
Legs like mortars,
All in all like a walking black rock,
Be possible to train to dance by a human,
How goes the human beyond?
How was it before the pushing pelvis
had me flopping onto slick latex?
I am arriving mother,
still seeking the hands
that caught me.
There has been a lot of rubber
left on the road.
This six pounder is even now
leaving for somewhere else -
still slipping through.
Throw myself onto the beige softness
I indulge into the hungry cushions
Feeling light and relieved in my feet
I touch the soft floor delicately
I turn the chrome tap and pour the unwinding lavender
Pounder in my kingdom its perfectly filled
My home is my castle
My castle is my feets making
her quarter-pounder eyes
edged with charcoal
coaxed me inside.
her round succulent body
i savoured hungrily
as from table to table she rolled.
a small gherkin green nose
sat on lips of tomato sauce
surrounded by a cheesy smile.
as my fingers touched
i knew it was
burger love.
Form:
My mind sold out
When you bought me
For three hundred and sixty-five.
But remember,
Love wasn't there.
Yes, I am the least of your pet
But more than that
I am your happiness
For your money
But only for a moment.
I'm your slave
For flesh, for sale
The lowest price in town.
Was my dignity pounder on man?
Look at the back of my tag price
Lays the emanating love.
Stephanie did not know about sausage gravy
Until she decided to join the US Navy.
What is this delicious stuff? She asked her first mate.
Biscuits and gravy; ain’t it enormously great?
She wanted gravy on her eggs, gravy on her toast.
She loved sausage gravy so much, actually the most.
I want gravy in my coffee and gravy in my tea!
She was a six hundred pounder when she decided to marry Lee.
Here by the bay
I lay and pounder
Sun rising and setting
I dream of dreams
Of knowledge of kings
Of divinity of Gods or higher beings
Of a love; sweet and gentle-
of a Female kind--If you dont mind.
Here by the bay
I lay and pounder
All day I do wonder
Here by the bay
I dream of a girl
So very sweet and totally gay!
To kiss and love
To hug and snug
To enjoy and lust
And to be comforted til dusk.
Root toot soupeé soup
Hoot hoop hoopeé hoop
Eat your soup
Then hola hoop
Moogoo the foolee new
Did pounder to start a quest
Red green yellow blue
Hoopée hoo hoopée do
Eat your soup
Then hula hoop
The foodo dooble dee do
Went about poundering
Soopee soup
Not a wink did he sleep
Dooble dee do night and day
Poundering the soopee soup
Fidel Dee de dooble de do
Along came Moogoo
Fidle Dee do
Eat your soup
Then hula hoop
I found a flounder,
fifty pounder!
iin my vegetable stew.
He ate my carrots.
He ate my peas.
And he ate my broccoli, too.
I like my flounder,
my sixty pounder!
I think you'd like him, too.
He ate my tatters.
He ate my beans.
And now he weighs seventy-two!
So if you hate to eat your vegetables,
look closely in your stew.
there just might be a flounder there,
eating your veggies for you.
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