Short Private Parts Poems
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Prayers are asked for the Reverend Hugh
Whose most private parts just grew and grew
When he saw Fannie
It seems that Grannie
Bit off a bit more than she could chew
I met an old prostitute Mary,
Resembling a cow in a dairy:
She lived to make whoopee,
Her udders were droopy,
With private parts smelly and hairy.
14th June for Roy’s Bawdy limericks II contest
The merry men and Robin Hood
Were drinking in the local wood
And roasting harts.*
The meat, they said, was very good;
They even ate, it’s understood,
The private parts.
* deer
For Isaiah’s Robin Hood contest
Between The Legs
Hen Lay Eggs
Morning Noon Evening Night
Guru ghantal flying kite
Char dafa hud hud
Itwar peer mangal budh
Pak pavitr shudh ambud.
Note.We can't make an omelet from egg without breaking and shaking it.
Blue skies up above, nothing but blue skies do I see
My private parts do flip flops and yell out “whoop ta dee”
Some peeps aren't affected
Me, my mood is redirected
To a place where everything gets giggly and woozy
Lady Godiva searched for a swimsuit
Couldn't find one for reasonable loot
Why should 'Lady' have to pay
She could swim nude anyway
Private parts covered ~ she was so hirsute
September 01, 2020
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Anatomy's a bugaboo
But dreaming is not a taboo!
There is something under
Your clothes--so no wonder
I've thought of things I like to do
Author's note: This is about private parts. We usually keep these to ourself, but the ideas we have are there and cannot be purged from our bed. However, it's not great to brag or make rating lists public. A lesson for the Donald and the Harvard mens' soccer team. What turkeys!!
"The job of a poet is to tell the truth no matter what."
Michael S. Harper
I pay my dues to poetry with every breath I take.
With every word that moves forward on the page,
I shake loose the silence of ordinary days,
free my soul, let passions rise and memory live.
Time shadows the light outside ,
but life vibrates in its rhythm. When I'm full
of its complicated energy, I retreat to the intimacy
of the night and write. For me.
Chews To Keep You Away
Each taste sends you
farther away from me,
that's where I want you to be.
Every calorie takes
your hands to another face,
far from my body,
my private parts.
my space.
Piles of crumbs
keep you from rubbing on me,
like you did on the bathroom tile
when I was just a child.
Bring on the food!
as witnessing
how some rebels raping
women in DRCongo daily.
Seeing how some Congolese
women screaming
Here
and
There
And no one to hear
them on this cruel planet
Which is feeling
with millions of rapists.
screaming ," pains...eh!
pains ....yoh!"
So sad ,
To find some big pieces
of tree branches
in some dead women's
private parts.
So sad
to keep hearing
the bad
Situation of women
and children
in east of DRCongo.