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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
It was easy to take stock To list the qualities The abilities The attained training The experience To lay my plans I would not be taken for a fool again I would marshal my weapons And SLAM the man! 39 … Continue reading
My man is resourceful He’s intelligent, tenacious – he stays the course, has a PhD He’s imaginative, the creator of hot plots that feature me His body’s robust, well-formed with thighs that are solid Respected, respectable, nothing about him squalid … Continue reading
Glow My heart does glow I’ll have you know When you are near When you show you care Slow The days goes slow Like a sluggard flow When you’re not around When you are gone Grow My love does grow … Continue reading
Ought I to blush? Am I a lush To spend the night In Dionysus’ arms inebriated by his charms? A Bacchanalian revelry, My Lord, I cry, It’s most unlike me!
Beyond the fence of sticks and stone That fence me round There is a field of gold Within this body of flesh and bone That hold me strong There is a soul of old
I ought to be miffed I ought to be tossed I ought to be angry, all at a loss Cos what had he done? He’d sneaked a peep at my final plan Of which he’d never been much of a … Continue reading
Suzie Trotter trotted out She told her friends “to have a snout” Gotta be something beyond this wall This pokey city couldn’t be all She trotted fast to be away To be caught would ruin her day And lo! And … Continue reading
It wasn’t yet that magical hour The hour that they’d agreed to meet Stars blinked in and out of existence The moon swelled to full and cut to half She waited in hot anticipation For tonight’s… midnight at the oasis. … Continue reading
The tree didn’t want to be thereAlone in that fieldNo kindred in viewNo one to chat withBut there the tree wasRoots dug in deepAnd there those rootsThat tree would keep