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THE DANCE COMPETITION

A dance competition went horribly wrong.
During an Irish gig and a Highland fling song.

The gigger flung his foot out in front.
The flinger went flying, taking the brunt.

When the two crash landed in a heap.
The spectators gasped in their seats.

The flinger's kilt was around his head.
"I apologise for nay underwear" he said.

The gigger of course had breeches on.
His modesty preserved but his chances all gone.

For tripping the flinger he was the dismissed one.
So the Highland Fling flinger that was flung won. 

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016



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PAST PRESENT FUTURE

P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.

P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone. 

F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate. 
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.

21/11/2016

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THE JOY OF AGING


You reap what you invested in your offspring.
You watch with awe as they spread their wings.

You have no one to tell you what to do.
Now the foot is in the other shoe.

God willing, you own your own home.
So no worries about any bank loan.

At work, you're at the top of your game.
But can think of retiring all the same.

Although the bones may creek a bit.
You can still boogie if you take a fit.

Leisure time is yours to spend.
As you reunite with your old friends.

Now that you know yourself inside out.
You're at peace with youself and those about.

Even alone, if you don't have a care,
the world's your oyster if you dare.

Gosh, on reflection, we're doing well.
I'm suddenly under old age's spell.



Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

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TAKE A DIVE

 I take a dive from a precipice.
To escape my life as it is.
Deep water, deep gulp of air
on resurfacing, new life to share.
Thrilled now that I dare.

26/03/2016

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RUB A DUB DUB

JEANIEMAC
Rub a dub dub two in a tub.
Where did the soap go?
He lay back flat
Right on his back.
While she fiddled about below.

TIM SMITH
Rub a dub dub I fell in the tub.
I swear to you Lassie it's not always a stub.
The water is cold.
I'm getting old.
Come a little closer and give it a rub.

LIM'RIK FLATS
Jeanie and Timmy alone in the tub.
Sounds like a poem which might need a scrub.
I cannot say s*x.
Not sure about pecs.
H**l, the censors might just overdub. 

ARTHUR VASO
Rub a dub dub, there's three in a tub.
Sure hope one doesn't give it a rub.
The lassie is fine.
She has two to shine.

EVE ROPER
Rub a dub dub four in a swingers tub.
Girls raised their glass, boys the stilettos subs.
Full of champagne and olives.
Pond koi had other motives.
Oh la la,, that's not the knob it's my club!

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2017



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SOFTLY

Softly my love come to me.
Open you heart let me see.
The love you hold inside of thee.
Touch my lips so tenderly.

Softly my love kiss those lips.
Melt my heart, bestow your bliss.
Take me to heaven, love sublime.
I am yours and you are mine.

Softly my love all night through.
Hold my body next to you.
Wrap me up in your embrace.
Of true love now let me taste.

Softly my love let me taste you.
Inhale, touch and caress you.
I give myself to you my sweet.
No one else can compete.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2017

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COME DINE WITH ME

My imaginary resturant is painted sky blue.
Please enter, let me entertain you.

There is soft music playing.
The kind I hope will get you swaying.

Each table has an ocean view.
Never booked out, always a few.

Smiling faces take your order.
The menu will include fresh lobster.

The house wines are oh so mellow.
Poured by a very handsome fellow.

The chef is Italian and sings as he cooks.
He has written a wonderful cookery book.

Wholesome goodness served with flair.
New dishes to try if you dare.

Delectable delights of delicious tarts.
Easy conversation before you part.

Linger over fresh ground coffee.
On paying the bill, offered a toffee.

How soon can we all dine again?
Let's meet you here next week my friends.


20/09/2016





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MAKING BABY

Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The penis enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.

Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.

After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.

Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.

A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.

Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!

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SILENT COMMUNITY BUILDER ONE

S ince I arrived 
I n Poetrysoup
L acking in
E very poetry skill,
N ever once has
T his master doubted me.

O ne tremendous teacher.
N ever disappoints with 
E ach new poem he pens.



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SEX DRIVE

Sometimes, 
when I am
in neutral
and he is 
in overdrive,
I switch to
automatic.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2015

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