I’d slurp each bit and would not share
as mince of fruit needs special care
both to be made and to be tasted,
hence not a crumb ought to be wasted.
Perhaps a bit of cream would serve
to tickle yet that special nerve.
A picnic rug, a flask of wine
(perhaps a Riesling from the Rhine) ,
far infrared from golden rays
I’d flaunt my most exotic ways.
Forgot to ask, do you like Jerky,
it goes quite well with well aged Turkey,
a dropp or two stops babies teething
and sees the satin petals seething.
I send the measure now,my friend, he tailor, takeththe long and wide of,and is no lie for him,I help brek coconuteach day, with sameand only small broose,but need goldt or maney,by big toga for me,so no pilot fall overin aeromachine when see,I biggest in continent,like hippo mouthand elephant when mad,I two blak eye, ears has…
I wondered whether she’d been urgedto leave the underwater creatures.She could not walk, that much was clear,no legs but just a bulge of cheeks.And in the front, oh dear, oh dear:Rewarded be the one who seeks.Her smile was brilliant and seductive,two shapely arms and milky breasts,I thought that these could prove destructiveif one stopped by…
but stuffy, stoic you,you had no wordsand looked at methat day when we both knewabout the endanother lifewas being snuffed by Godthe King of Nerdsaround the bend,received the final nod.You never cried,of that I’m sureall smiles were hidden well,you did abide(there was no cure) ,stayed deep within your shell.I shall not weephere at your grave,a…
in the poet world’s rumble and tumblehe has millions of words up his sleeve.And he twists them and shapes their behindsthen he kisses their curves and their skin,as the poem then labours and grindshe will dream of the day he will win.There is no one who writes quite the samenor will searchers discover a manwho…
attending to them just as iflife itself would cease to be.I always fret, because of fearthat, somehow I may notbe up to it, to slay the dragonsin the raging sea.Harsh words escape at speed,they travel so unerringlyand find her lovely ears,ring tones that never fail.A tiny tear had squeezed itselfout of her leading lacrimal, the…
the horse had hooves and balls of coursebut ate no maccaroni.She led the horse back to her flatthey took the elevator,at night the horse slept on a matnext to an alligator.As you can tell, this lady hada screw loose in her bonnet,she wasn’t altogether badthat’s why I write no sonnet.A sonnet would be all too…
