My love for games to match one’s wit
has scored a very lovely hit.
We simply must, two-o-o-nine
get back and tease. WHO’S Miss DEVINE? ? ? ?
I’m not aware of such a bird
and do reject the slur, my word!
But tell me please, perhaps, by chance
I could invite her to our dance.
Plus Sarah, who is such a gem
but that’s enough, don’t call for them,
the ones who’d slow the work and giggle
the four of us could surely wiggle
and post our ditties, all at speed,
I’m looking forward, yes indeed.
clipped my fingernails and toessqueezed small pimple on my nose.Kinky is a word eroticwhich is derived from the exotic,one never wonders of these mattersbecause one’s mind goes into tattersif rationale be thus appliedlet guilt and culture be denied.You ask, if I may be permittedthe question many hyper-tittedand floozy minds already pondered,they shook their heads and…
it seems you did not get it right,creation is in tatters.Just viewing from the outside init’s obvious you fumbledtake me, a nip of Gordon’s Ginmy system becomes humbled.The list I have is very longit shows the worst conditions,preventable, don’t get me wrongthrough erudite decisions.I know, Lord and invite you toperuse the words I’ve writtenyour prejudice…
He thus avoids the miserythat weather changes mightinflict upon his gentle soulmy dog is very bright.So while his housejust sits there waitingthe thought occurs to somethat I should be, they are debating,be in there, chewing gum.Already banned by own volitioninto a doghouse far,I realise the new decisionhas further raised the bar.While living in both houses…
erratum…….Cacatum.Actor, femalea bit passéby now,name’s Tatum……..Cacatum.Accumulatedgases in the gutescaping soon,called flatum…….Cacatum.Propositionto draw conclusionor make decision,Datum…….Cacatum.
Oh to tear it asunderjust to see what was underthe bulges of Miriam’s vest.So I asked her to look for the hogwho would soon be observed in the bog.When she finally bowedbothe her cups overflowedand my eyes got their treat in the fog.
dragging the bedcovers againthey fall at last, into the usual heapwhile I splash tepid water, brieflywatching those familiar age spotslipofuchsin in relentless mockery,a bit of post-alcoholic tremor,the duo of acrylic teeth bathingin the glass Grandma broughtfrom overseas, a Dresden gift,you’ll get homesick she said,as she placed a complete setof Dresden China, an oxymoronI said casually,…
