One day Jill was going uphill.
She wanted to make herself chill.
Spotted a lucky Robin's quill
Jack got in her way and stood still.
She waved the quill and tried to spill
Jack liked it and hinted his will.
Tried to snatch it away from Jill
She slugged him on face with much skill.
Jack fell down making a loud shrill.
Jill got upper hand, what a thrill!
PLACE: 4th
she gave him a smack
he gave her a crack
how about s sock?
his cheek now on lock
she gave him a swat
his throat muscles caught
she slugged him that day
he soon walked away
abusers can be
women you see
Throughout our lives, Dad and I have done many things together.
From coloring books to fishing, from wiffleball to hardball
To tune-ups on secondhand cars, casinos, and funerals.
In the parking lot after one particularly salty service:
Dad and I ended up holding a pair of funeral vases
The eulogist barked, "Don't forget to pour out the water".
Side by side and on cue,
Dad and I clownishly poured the flower water
onto the funeral home parking lot.
The water hit with a surprisingly cartoonish smack...
Getting our shoes soaking wet. We both laughed, then said our goodbyes.
I like to think Brother Angel was giggling with us, once again.
Deep fried
she cried
then bloat
and float
A house
stained blouse
clueless
for stress,
To bed,
airhead!
"Forgot"!
you brought
you phoned
you're stoned,
she’s slow
cracked crow,
clears throat
like goat,
Nancy
can't see
funky,
junky,
go back
sad sack
drink rum
you bum,
and then
find men.
*smack* *punch* *kick*
Behind closed doors is what you miss
On the outside, it all seems fine
On the inside, it all declines
But hide or else
You might hear yells
*smack* *punch* *kick
Mosquito smack,
mosquito slap.
Have some of that,
Naw man that's nasty,
Mosquito smack,
mosquito slap.
Catch Ya, when I'm back,
Yeah, man it's time.
I need calamine,
On my crack.
(parents smacking their children became illegal in Wales, UK, on 21 Mar 2022)
They now say they will send me to that hell,
where dark ones do await me, and of course
will assail me with insults and more; then
I might bleed, and cause my sore head to writhe.
Yes, dear son, they said, such fate awaits you.
Be good, they say, and earn our tolerance,
it may smile, pledge its righteous heart, greet you.
Belt or palm is not permitted here now.
Our home is kind, and words are kind, for we
are parents who treat their own so sweetly.
(posted 21 Mar 2022)
drug addicts no shame
any excuse once it’s lame
in court last fix claimed
back out burgling on the game
society accepts blame
By
David Kavanagh
I am looking for a chaste Love
It may happens in a smack
in a kiss, but never, never
in a smirk
i remember you as you once were
cancer is a monster that ultimately changes so many things
you lost your battle, and i miss you ever so badly
however, i felt you smack me upside my head and say 'pray for the survivors, boy!'
yes mam
what you say still goes as always
i am nobody's poet or pastor, but i will try here this once
LORD, I PRAY FOR THE SURVIVORS OF ANY TYPE OF CANCER
LORD, UPLIFT THEIR SPIRITS AND STRENGTHEN THEIR SELF ESTEEM
LORD, BLESS THEM WITH A NEW FOCUS AND A NEW LEASE ON LIFE
LORD, KEEP THEM UPLIFTED AND GIVE THEM ASSURANCE THAT HOPE IS ALIVE AND WELL
LORD, PROTECT THEM FROM OTHER STATES OF EMERGENCIES UNFAMILIAR TO THEIR EYES AND ALL OTHER EYES AS WELL
LORD, WE ALL NEED YOU ALWAYS FOREVER AND A DAY IN UNITY
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING
IN YOUR PRECIOUS NAME I PRAY, AMEN
how was that, M.O.M.
thank you....Keep Praying For Me....I Love You Till Existence is nonexistent.....
(IN MEMORIAM)
Mr. Bernie Sanders is talking smack
C'mon! The geezer just had a heart attack!
He's 78 years old, campaigning for a socialist revolution
Proof that presidential politics doesn't obey the laws of evolution
Swimming When Hit By Smack,
You should have seen ocean smack,
Received on every cranny and crack,
Being crass;
Each crevasse,
Which would be from front to back.
Jim Horn
Smack crackle pop The fire was throwing herself
She would smoulder occasionally into grey
Then revive herself with orange flame shoots,
delighting me and the other kids.
These kids were pretty much strangers to me.
I was re-thinking my decision
to tag along with my cousins, who were wearing
unusual faces in the shadows of the fire.
A loud popping sound came from behind. "Was that a gun?"
Some of us laughed nervously. Probably a deer walking in the woods,
A camp counselor suggested. Sure....
The tents were starting to look maniacally mean
Same time next year?
My cousin whispered into my ear. I sat mesmerized,
staring at the campsite that always brings me home.
Of course! I whispered back. This was only my thirteenth
year at Lake Red Haw. Why would I change any of this?
An owl hooted a friendly hello.
And I smiled.
Knowing I would take this memory to heaven.
I Wanna Smack the Orangina Couple
It's a pity, since I like the drink,
But I hate the couple in their ad;
They've been to the Riviera,
Never had kids and don't want 'em,
You can feel it in their voices.
If they did, they couldn't go there, then brag about it
With all that false sophistication, that fatuity;
This much I could stand - just barely -
But worse; they talk into and over one another
Like the other one's not even there, until it all becomes
One smooth babble of arrogant emptiness
Grinding like a small rock stuck in a groove in your skin:
So there it is. Though the "Orangina Couple" are mere fantasy,
Every time they come on, - I can't help it -
I just wanna reach out 'n smack 'em
Big Mac, Big Smack... what's all the damn fuss
At home much cheaper, but still yummy stuff
Easy, no problem
Get bigger bottoms
We're not so anxious to walk around in the buff
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