Short Swinger Poems

you love sex me and get
we are a batch
meet your match
become a banger
we  are
SWINGER...

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we come to party
so lets get started
its about fun
we'on the run
and or binger
we are
SWINGER...

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to them its  fun
the sungun
love not one
but two
theyer call banger
love to get it wet
SWINGER
AND SEX...

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they book
came to cooke
and look
slim and trim
the light was dem
some was serve ham
is was
SWINGER POOL SEX JAM...

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there's no measure
to pleasures
we have a thing
that sex swing
we're gang
come help us get starteD
SWINGER  BANG
PARTY...

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its there thing
they love to swing
they have a open mind
of sex of many kind
check out  there rout
when they get started
SWINGER
SEX PARTY...

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National Enquirer’s the source
When a Tiger’s balls go off course
A scorecard obscene
Of links far from the green
That just might be cause for divorce...

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it was a strom bad weaher
we was  rain out
no doudt
had to  move
we got to a party grove
our cloth was wet
we got our room set
its was
SHELTER SEX...

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it was a jam
some call sam
 music that jump
butts that thump
you get down and wet
there is banger
at this party
call
HALLOWEEN AND SEX
AND SWINGER...

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as the holidays when on
we  got it on
 the pleasure
was no measure
how we party
sex got started
it was jump hump and banger
THE
HOLIDAY SEX SWINGER PARTY...

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I cried on a pale tree within my reach
Anguish flowed with a life lesson to teach
Though not a swinger
Here is the zinger
I can truly say I bawled on a beech!...

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we stayed home
if like being in rome
it was swinger party
we got started
snow in we were among friends
it was no place  to go
i confess
it was
SEX AND SNOW...

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we love to kiss
do it  like this this
we toot with a group
we bump and hump
each other we're of many corlor
come have some fun and get started
at our
SWINGER SEX PARTY...

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I once met a sultry girl from Ipanema
Dancing in a South American cantina
I stepped on her toes
The least of her woes
But quickly I departed for Argentina....

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we're friends
as year came in
we  jump and we bump
it was sex lump
getting it on
as the night when on
had no cloth just bear
we were banger
IT WAS
SWINGER AND SEX
FOR THE NEWYEAR...

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we all had a ball
it was in the fall
got on this plane
its was party insane
as we were in motion
plane over the ocean
we dance and prance
it move side to side
its was at night
was a
SWINGER FLIGHT...

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Milton Berle said, “sex at 84 is terrific”
“Especially the one in the winter to be specific”
That's downright silly
4 times a year, me and my filly
A real swinger she's always been and so prolific...

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Milton Berle said, “sex with wifey at 84 is terrific”
Especially the one in the winter to be specific
That's downright silly
4 times a year, me and my filly
A real swinger, she's always been quite prolific...

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There once was a couple of old swingers 
Whom were said to be more than just flingers 
As they swung 'cross the floors
With huge knobs, like some whores
You should have seen the size of their ringers  



Doors Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco 
7/25/2021...

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Sister monkey’s not so innocent
‘cause it’s not just in trees that she’s spent
all her time. She told me
that a swinger was she!
Now I understand just what she meant.

Next she told me right here in this tree
she also was having a baby!
Well, I guess it’s ok,
for at last I can say,
that a real monkey’s uncle I’ll be. 


For john freeman's Limericks Hilarious Poetry contest...

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Swinger voter

Swing voter are you what?
Swallow the brainwash, surely not,
Change your vote support the master?
want’s  dollars from your sweat , “their-after,”
Cos it’s only true, money for the few,
Stinking rich “here-after “?!?
 
Newspaper lies, owned by the master,
Brainwash you, complete the plaster,
Who do you support, yes you ?
What are ya gonna do?
Vote 4 the rich, it’s your disaster,
But you knew?

Don Johnson...

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The days of May were wrapped around my finger.
Love settled in as though it meant to stay,
Exacting joy as if pressed through a wringer.
The days of May.

In June and July love went a bit astray,
Living as a strolling minstrel singer.
Gone was the sweet contentment of our May.

Then as the cold winter days would linger
Love sought the warmth of that sweet early day
Before it tried that reckless time as swinger.
The days of May....

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Hanging out with my acorn friends,
Riding wild winds on writhing limbs
As round capped surfers without boards
I laughed loud when I watched them fall.

Looking up with faces of despair
They could but see my derriere.
As a swinger without a care
I felt loved by the rushing air.

My oak looked haggard when I fell
Its arthritic limbs beseeching
Each passing cloud that drifted by:
Could this acorn be another me?
                              4/22/2020...

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