Short Titty Poems

On Saturday night in the city
The seamen are looking for Titty
But sly as a fox 
She gets off their rocks
Proving it pays to be pretty...

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Aunt Maureen burnt her huge left titty
She giggled, I don’t need any pity
I can still balance cups
On my pink pert pups
Hands free, I can now stroke my kitty

3/12/20...

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                                Loving Brothers

                           Hand hitting the face
                        Red burning titty twisters
                          Throbbing charley horse
                     Bone braking grizzly bear hug
               “Now, do you submit?,    .     .   .   . ”Uncle!”...

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She’s too titty to be a preacher.
She can’t even bead a rook.
A rental deceptionist?  Maybe.
At my teeth she once look a took.

As a wean clerker, she’ll never do.
I once caught her nicking her pose.
She doesn’t even hash her wands.
And she chews the tails off her nose!

For this lad sass, I see joe knob.
No mouse or honey has she.
Her life has not one pun fart!
I’m glow sad I’m shot knee.

Written march 25, 2016 for the Contest of Roy Jerden...

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Anchor down, wind at ease all the sailors out to please, one by one they step off deck and into the arms of who knows heck.
For a night of drinking, a fist full of titty, and a bottle of good ole smitty, to drowned out their long and grueling lives and sink in pity by those beer goggled cuties who in the end get their share of good ole boys that breathe the sea as if it where air, waiting for someone who's never there, just to care. 
By Leah Munoz 
Pen name (Leloo Pair)...

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