A bus stop and a savage brute
all sewed up in a lion suit.
"Did you ever find where the Oz Wizard was?
(The lion-man belched a cloud of fuzz)
and those three ne'er-do-wells and that?"
He just said, "why'd ya think I'm fat?"
.
if He iz
He's Watch'd
me
i
mine
grow
i'm certain
He's
Laugh'n
Laughing
hopefully
on
His Day
Great
Yahweh
And
Yeshua
if we meet
will Ask me
"why uze
i
"z"
and
"n" ah'lot"
whut
;)
.
Dear Fellowz, may this year be the year where you find
bliss az you've never found in past yearz. If'n ya think
it's been awesome thus far....stay on that dotted line, it
meanz that you're on your way to even more pluperfect
timez! Happy New Year(Yearz) to all uv ya! much alwayz!
love
bet that
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met the sweetest lady of the group
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
Should rename the site “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a great big bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking youse guys
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
Allowing friendships to flourish
SIJO a korean triplet line 1 INTRO line 2 AMPLIFICATIONl line 3 CONCLUSION
Oh me,oh my aren't we such sweet darlin' girls,don't ya think INTRO
well my dears,from this perspective you make a very pretty pose AMPLIFIED
ain't it a shame,the roaring twenties were in black and white CONCLUSION
Oh me,oh my aren't we such sweet darlin' girls,don't ya think INTRO
well my dears,from this perspective you make a very pretty pose AMPLIFIED
ain't it a shame,the roaring twenties were in black and white CONCLUSION
Vanilla convocate
Cherry mamberley
Chocolate cake Alamo
Boysenberry peach pie
Lemon meringue
Main dish french fries and crepe crescent in salmon patties
Yuck all this and a tebow full of ketchup
Yum ya think your stomach's on the run
Be honest with yourself you know you want this menu
Come on man sit down and order your some
Get you some of them fried onions
Huh!
Yum!
1/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met the sweetest lady of the group
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
Should rename the site “Met A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years doesn't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a great big bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count em'
All I can say is my whole life's enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking The Soup
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
And allowing friendships to flourish
Oh me,oh my aren't we such sweet darlin' girls,don't ya think
well my dears,from this perspective you make a very pretty pose
ain't it a shame,the roaring twenties were in black and white
Did you think you had control
Did you think you had control,
Ha, ha!
Did ya think you had control?
Did you think you had control
Ha, Ha!
You cast yourself a god
In a solo one-act play
You wrote the narrative
To play the hero of the day
Did you think… (repeat)
Now a plague is on the land
From a foe you couldn’t see
It blunts your livelihood
And deadens your family
The meek, they shall inherit
But what is it they crave?
We closed our eyes to dream
And woke up in a cave
We closed our eyes to dream
Just to wake up in a cave
Did you think you had control?
Did you think you had control,
Ha, ha!
Did ya think you had control?
Did you think you had control
Ha, Ha!
A diner sits down
looking forward
to eating oysters
it was their season
after all
just as he was about
to pounce
on the oysters
the head oyster spoke up
saying
hey human what the hell
do you think you are doing
you think you have the right
to eat me?
that’s violating my human right
don’t ya think
the diner laughed
said to the oyster
shut up and accept
it is your fate
to be eaten this date
just let me enjoy eating you
and you have no human rights
as you are in fact
not human don’t ya know
eating the complaining oyster
shutting him up
as he ate him up
Grabbing hold of my life at this very late stage
About time don't ya think, I'm on the last page
As the numbers suggest
But got lotsa years left
Forever in great shape, if that's any gauge
Your aroma
wonderful, aromatic scent
you tease my senses
I'm falling.
Your warmth flowing
ignites anticipation
Insatiable cravings
arousing my hunger, my thrist.
Sweet caress
tantalizingly, mouth watering
deliriously mad sweet ecstasy
first morning coffee
Geeeeez.... what ya think I meant?
Said Forrest Gump
To Donald Trump:
"Do ya think I'm a chump?
Crazy is as crazy does
I'd never vote for such a scuzz"
Today I planted lavender
Not waiting for official news
Spring has sprung inside my head, and so
I plan to plant, refresh, renew
Ignore the forecast on Global News
Gather those buds, time will connive
To wither them soon enough, ya think...alive!
It is easy to start, get distracted, put off
Second guess, other people know best
But be my guest~ Breathe in the purity,
Life anew, sunny skies, fresh dirt
As I brush the residue off my skirt
I meant it friends, warm weather is here to stay
I've even put winters clothes away.
No April showers dull my glee
Spring is short~ that's old history, and yet
As I caress each perfect leaf, eager to feel sunshine sweet
I am convinced that I can squeeze
The lemonade of springtime, get a jump
On my wintry world~extend the time, so
Hold this potted plant for me.
Hold it like an offering.
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