Short Tittered Poems

Cletus O'Toole sulked 'neath the mistletoe

   Pining for a kiss by chicks to bestow

      They tittered as they passed by

         Noting his jean's open fly

            All 'cept Cletus were enjoying the show...

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They all gathered 'round some tittered others smiled
The chesty one with the long legs glared,
Nothing can be more inconsiderate than to be told "no"
Your dream is dead

                                                                     8/1/'13...

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Lilies were aghast at the new hybrid.
She was freckled with orange spots.
How dare she! They whispered.
Some tittered.
Until the garden club ladies appeared
Oohing and praising “spotted medallion orange”.
Now all the lilies wanted to befriend her....

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Clyde stood 'neath the mistletoe coy and shy,

   Itching for a kiss from gals passing by.

      Behind their hands they tittered,

         As by him they all skittered!

            Seems the zipper was undone on his fly!

Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Christmas Limerick" Contest...

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Pulses repeated pulses 
ripping to the core 
I ache for so much more 

Body spent  content 
but raging to be  pushed hard 
towards a wreckage lain lost 

Thrust forth with tiny fingers 
anchoring an aging frame 

Enticing gasps of pleasure 
tittered through the night 

Pulses repeated pulses 
take hold my weary might 
squeeze past the apprehension 
caress the sunburst light...

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Is she skating on blue gill the other faeries tittered.
She was skimming the water, her skirts were all skittered.
She is getting wet, doesn’t she care about that?
This came from a watching interested tabby cat.

The faeries watched her surfing and decided to join.
They loved this pretty fountain, so full of coin.
The cat tried to jump in thinking it was what he ought’er.
He found out rather quickly he was not fond of water....

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Mr. Ron P. Goose was going courting that day.
He dressed in blue, looking delightfully gay.
The deer was silent, but the bunny said, “Hey!”
The cat left the chubby mouse alone, watching him play.

"How do I look?" Asked Mr. Ron Goose, on his way to brunch.
"You look fabulous!" peeped the partridge. "Have a nice lunch."
The forest was silent for a few seconds after he was gone.
"Woman date or man date?" Butterflies tittered about Mr. Ron....

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My sweet little hands are deliciously pretty today.
I looked down and I complimented them in a big way.
They laughed, giggled, tittered and twirled, so decidedly gay.
Glad of my admiration, thrilled with a little love, they play.

I wish I would do this more often. It really would pay.
They deserve so much more than they get each day.
They give all day long. I admire them in every way.
I may have a parade in their honor at two; can you stay?...

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He stood for hours 'neath the inviting mistletoe,
But nary a gal took notice of his miserable woe!
He smiled and made goo-goo eyes as they passed by,
But they just tittered leaving him high and dry!

He slyly pointed to the mistletoe with a silly grin,
But this didn't impress a soul, much to his chagrin!
He shifted from one foot to the other still hopin'
When to his horror he discovered that his fly was open!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2013 All Rights Reserved...

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Chip and Dale were favorite cartoons of my sister and me.
With so much spunk and happiness, joyful they could be. 
They ran around in chipmunk form and chittered away.
Making our cartoon fest much better every single Saturday.

Chip and Dale played tricks on other cartoon friends.
Their antics were silly and funny; without any mean split ends.
We laughed, tittered and chortled over these two in a funny way.
They were the highlight of our cartoon day, it was each Saturday...

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I was at a party
Heard a girlish scream
But, the scene
was expected to me.
Fat, hairy dude
Starin' down a pretty lady
I tittered a tad an' said: Baby,
That's just my pal
Salacious Sal
He's an okay dude
to have around.
He ain't no looka
Don't got much charm,
How'd ya like him
on ya arm?

The girly said
F*ck no
an' turned
to go.
Salvy my man, you
shoulda known.
She was intimidated
by your big bones.
Or was it your etiquette?
Salacious Sal only said
“oh well, f*ck it.”...

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To civil manners she said "Good Night!"
If with garbage her plot was littered:
To the filthy, she gave a good fight
Like one by great losses embittered;
For unkempt spots her rage at its height,
As though one had her fought wealth frittered...

You, please, do not visit her website:
A long face with long snakes that slithered.
Georgina could simply rave self white 
And the touched onlooker leave withered...

Any wonder her two plots once bright
Georgina, for days, often tittered....

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