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“OFFICE VISIT TO THE DOCTOR WE BOTH KNOW AND RESPECT!”

“OFFICE VISIT TO THE DOCTOR WE BOTH KNOW AND RESPECT!” a poem a.k.a.: “An Intriguing Encounter At The Office!” January 23, 2019 – Wednesday

I went to Doctor Roman’s office this afternoon, and (s)he is married!
“I am feeling a bit anxious and harried,
Because I found this genital wart [on my genitals!!] today!
[I’m a little ‘short’ this week, so-how-much-will-I-need-to-pay?]
[It COULD be cancerous!] So, what would you suggest?
[I-know-I’ve-fucking-got-CANCER!] What-alternative is the best?
[I’M GONNA DIE!] I feel awfully fragile!
[In bed are you pretty agile?]
[FUCK ME! Just DO IT!] So, you DO agree,
I should take something! [If I-show-you-mine, can I see,
YOURS?] Yes, I’m-so-concerned; thanks-for-your-attention!
[Right NOW! Fuck me! I’m HORNY, and-did-I-mention],
I’m having headaches! [‘Cause I’m NOT GETTING ANY]!
Before I came, I called my partner Henny,
And (s)he said: [Screw me NOW!]
That I was just ‘having a cow!’
[It ITCHES! Scratch it!] But I may be bleeding there too;
I just needed – to know what to do!
[Oh, GOD! I’m hoooo-rny!] Thanks-for-the-recommendation, Doctor!”

{“Yes, Henny, I WAS able to talk-t-‘her!’
(S)he’ll-be-fine; a placebo I gave-‘her;’
Yes, at the regular time, unless Gladys-is-in-labor!
No, (s)he doesn’t suspect us, I do not think;
Yes, I know! Our affair would raise such a stink,
But, just know, (s)he’s so unstable, IF (s)he (ever) finds out,
WE’RE BOTH DEAD! A plantars wart* was-all-it-was-about!”}

fin ❤

* – Plantars warts are small growths that usually appear on weight-bearing areas! So how can anyone get such a growth on their genitals? (pause) :0 –

Cowgirls♨

“JASON’S GIRL! A PERFECT 10!” a poem January 8, 2019 (Tuesday)

I hear that Jason’s girl – is REALLY attractive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She kind-of-“stalks”-him DAILY – and-is VERY active,
For she is said – to show up – (often) at his door,
With-her-“knickers”-on-her head!! AND-THERE’S-QUITE-A-BIT-MORE:

For-instance, she “rings” him every hour, whether he answers or not;
She even thinks about him, while she’s sitting! on “the pot!”
She day-dreams – muttering – his-name out loud!
And she wears a t-shirt that says, “HOW VERY-PROUD . . .
SHE’D-BE IF-JASON-WOULD-MARRY-HER FOREVER!”
So, with-stars-and-hearts-in-her-eyes, she’s-after-Jason, who-better-be-clever,
For A WOMAN IN LOVE is A FORCE OF NATURE,
And – there-is-really-no-one – who-can-even-remotely-sate-(c)HER!

When SHE sees Jason cume, she-just-floats-over to-him,
Grabs-him and holds-him – and she’s so-fit-and-trim,
‘Cause SHE-CAN-BARELY-EAT; when she gets to “the-table,”
She often passes-(right)-out – (up)on-her-meal – for she-isn’t much-able,
To-love-HIM – AND – eat-food – all-at-the-same-time,
So, SHE JUST SWOONS, and – her face is full of “grime,”
‘Cause she-can’t focus much – to even bathe – or shower,
And her hair – is-up-in-the-air (like-a-frazzled-cat) YET, HER POWER,
Is-said-to-have-been-multiplied – 100 FOLD!!
A FORCE OF NATURE, if The Truth be told!
When she stumbles by, all cars are alerted,
‘Cause-everyone-knows-she-might-step-out-(into-the-street)! Then, she’d-get-hurt-ed!?
Anyway! We’re all watching HER – and – “watching-out”-for-her-too!
She is SO – attractive-and-sexy – She’s-in-the-world-of-“LOVIE-WOO!”

She’s THE MOST AMAZING THING! “Jason’s Girl!”
LIKE: She-walked-right-into-The-Gym-yesterday! 300-pounds she-did-curl!!!!
And several of the burly, well-muscled men,Cowgirls 😁
Well! She-tossed-them-all-out-onto-The-Street! There must-have-been-TEN!
So, THAT’S-HER, Jason’s-Girl! With that perfect “10” score!
God only knows! How-much-LOVE’s-“in-her-core!”
Anyway, we-re-all-envious-of (and-scared-for) Jason! What-a-lucky-guy!?
For HER-most-of-us – would-just-fall-down, fall down – & DIE! 🙂 – What a woman!

fin ❤

“OVERBOARD!” 

“OVERBOARD!” a poem January 7, 2019 (Monday)

YOU’RE SO PERFECT! You’re SPEC-TA-CULAR!
How-can-I-be-here? speaking-in-“The-Vernacular?”
I-should-have BY-NOW!! learned-the-language-OF-AMOUR!
The fact that I haven’t, makes me so sore,
At myself! So-I-doubt-that-I-should-even-BE,
In-the-same-realm – as-one SUCH AS THEE!
How can I even exist? in a world – pure enough,
To-sustain your very presence? To “house” your “shaggy muff?”
I should PROBABLY – just kill myself! and do it right soon,
EXCEPT!? Wait-a-second! AM I BEING “A LOON?”
For- to-adore-and-comfort-you, PEOPLE ARE NEEDED!!
So, it’s-GOOD-that-I’m here; it’s OTHERS!-that -should-be-“weeded,”
And-sent to-PARALLEL-UNIVERSES! to study and learn,
That: WORSHIP OF YOU – is-what they should discern,
As – The-Greatest-Joy-AND – The-Greatest-Opportunity-IN-ANY-LIFE!
And every man should aspire – to make YOU his wife!
I’m just SO EXCITED now, to know that I matter,
To know that The-Good-Lord’s “programmed”-me to-make real good “batter,”
So-I-can-make REAL GOOD COOKIES, for YOU, my DEAR – to eat!
I long to feed – and to fill you up – and to massage -ee your tiny feet,
And listen to your every murmur – and write them all down too,
And recite the sweetest poetry – and sing LOVE SONGS for you!
I’ll-feed-“your-significant,”- when-she’s-hungry-hold-“your-paw”-IF-you-be-scared!
Yeah!-I-might-be-slightly-“OVERBOARD,”-but-I’m-SURE-we-are-WELL-PAIRED!
So, let me get your special dinner, and I’ll-put-it in your special dish,
And, as you breathe-heavily – at-The-Full-Moon – I’ll hope you get your wish:
That-I’ll-turn-into-a-STUD-ly – English Terrier!
And that, TOGETHER! we’ll howl-and-shag – (and) make-The-World – a-lot-merrier!

fin ❤

“JUST A CRAZY, LOVE-SICK OBSERVER!” 

“JUST A CRAZY, LOVE-SICK OBSERVER!” a poem MoonDay: Jan. 7, 2019

Is-it so-silly?
Is-it so-wrong?
To-lie-here, beside-you, and-look at you? long?
And-to-firmly-believe: YOU’RE-THE-PRETTIEST-THING-I’VE(ever)SEEN,
Or-ever-will-see?
Or-that I’D-LIKE TO CLEAN:
Every-inch of your body, your front – and-back-side,
When-I’m-sure – any-“impurites” (that-have-been) close-to-you, are-(quite)-purified?
Your hair – and your-features, they-drive me quite mad!
You’re-the-closest-thing-TO-HEAVEN! that-I’ve ever-had,
And I really do think that I’m not qualified,
Or – worthy -of-being-close-to-you – and I’M TERRIFIED!!
Of-ever-losing this-feeling, of love for you, Dear;
I-just-guess I’ve ONE WISH, which I say, with a tear!
Here’s-my-wish: THAT-I-ALWAYS – ADORE-YOU AS MUCH,
AS-I-DO RIGHT-THIS-INSTANT! and-I-DO-love-to-touch,
EVERY-thing-connected, with sweets thoughts of you,
“The-Adoration-of-The-Magi” – has-(such)-a- “pale-hue,”
When-I compare-it -with:-MY-“LOST” POINT-OF-VIEW,
That-places-you – on-“a-pedestal!” And-I-am-bound-to,
Adore-you – and Love-you, for-I’ve-“lost-a-my-mind,”
Let-me-stare-at-you-FOREVER! while-I-scratch your “behind!”
Y’know -IF-The-World-didn’t-“overlook” -this-here-KOOKY-ROMANTIC,
THEY’d-lock-me-away, with-a label:-“UN-PEDANTIC!”
I’m-not-sure-what-that-(label)-means, and I guess I-DON’T-care,
[THEY-say:] “The-World-loves-a-lover!” Well-I-(just)-like-to stare! 🙂 -Mmm – mm!

fin ❤
Postscriptual-poem: I-don’t-believe-in: GOD!! Heaven – or Hell!
Or-of-any set future! that-any-one-can-tell!
So, why do I lie here, staring-at-your-bod,
&-just -keep-on-saying: “Oh, God, God, oh, God!?”

“YOUR MIND!”

“YOUR MIND!” a poem a.k.a.: “Your Perfection IS Unique!” Sunday: Jan. 6, 2019

IF your mind didn’t-work, so-very-fast, I’m-afraid -that-your-breasts-might-be-smaller!
IF you couldn’t-talk-non-stop-for-hours-and-hours, would-your-wet-p – – – – – still-make me holler,
Quite as loud – when my p – – – – finds -nice-room-in-there?
And- IF-you-weren’t-(like-me)-such-“a-drama-queen,” would the color of your hair,
Lose-(its)-gorgeous-blonde-shade? Why, it-might-then – be RED,
And, then, with your temper, you-might throw-me from bed,
Onto The Floor – and – into tomorrow,
And-then I’d-be-filled with-so-very-much-sorrow!
Change-that-or-change-this? NO! I don’t think-a-so,
‘Cause YOU’RE PERFECT right now – Don’t-change-even that bow! 🙂 – or-beau!

fin ❤

“GUARANTEED!”

“GUARANTEED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Satisfying Whatever You Think Or Feel Is The Greatest Need First Can Be A Good Idea!?” January 6, 2019 (Sunday)

From a wife – to-her-“hubby,” “You’re [ALWAYS] so-filled with appetite!!”
“BUT! I’m hungry – FOR YOU first, Sweetie! It’s YOU who are my bright,
Shining Angel!! Without you, food means naught!”

“Oh, SURE, my-hungry-husband! I-REALLY believe-THAT – not!
Take-me-now, my Darling; I-just-need love from you!
I can-get-by-on-water! Your-appetite-makes me blue!”

Yet, on-any-given-morning, since-appetites we-can’t-control!
Maggie-might-arise, with-HUNGER! Now, she’s-got-herself-a “hole!”*
Sometimes appetites – really just need filling,
And, for-instance, when hunger HITS, she is NEVER willing,
To have “good-lovin'” – ‘TIL-lots-o’-the-chocolate-that-she’ll-take,
Combines-with-her gastric juices! LADY of-the-Cake,
OR – Lady of LAND O’ LAKES, with lots of tasty spread!
I GUARANTEE YOU – there’s no s-x, ’til-she’s filled up her head!

So, the-moral-of-this-story!? (is:) Many-guys gotta eat,
To keep their bodies goin’ strong – then-a-good-meal can’t-be-beat!
Now, perhaps “The-way-to-a-man’s-heart, may-be-through his tummy!
but-sometimes it’s-also so-for-HER; and, then, give food to-mummy!
OK- then: If you’re hungry, go for some “vittle;”
If-you’re-love-starved, then – try to “whittle,”
Down – the appetite – of the one you need;
And EVERYONE-will-be-happy;
Yes, indeed!
🙂 – Yummy, yummy!

    • a “hole in her stomach” – that needs some food to take care of the vacuum!

“THE REAL SANTA’S FACE IS KIND OF INTERESTING TO LOOK AT ACTUALLY; THAT’S WHY HE WEARS THAT REALLY BIG HAT AND A LOT OF WHISKERS! J. Jay Samuel Davis ~ Author

“THE REAL SANTA’S FACE IS KIND OF INTERESTING TO LOOK AT ACTUALLY; THAT’S WHY HE WEARS THAT BIG HAT AND A LOT OF WHISKERS! a poem a.k.a.: “The Best Kept Secret At The North Pole (And Some Of You Might Just Hear It HERE First!” Sunday, December 23, 2018 ~ 2200 hours in the series: “The Lost Love Letters Of Santa To His Wife!” [kinda]
Mrs. Claus married Santa, without checking-on-his-(REAL)-FACE!
She “jumped right in,” married-and moved-in-to His Place!
And she figured-it’d-work – ’cause he-made-her-laugh – and-brought-(her) meals-in-bed;
Well, sometimes, you-better-peel-off-the-outer-layer – &-check-to-see-the-real-head!
SO (I’m-tellin’-ya!) You better beware! of the one who makes you laugh!
For that’s the one – who-can-(also)-make-you-cry – Laughin’-cuts-the-time-in-half!!
‘Cause – IF – Mr. or Mrs. “Right!” is there,
They got your emotions – in a-sort-of-a-snare!?
AND YOU BETTER H O P E – THAT THEY WON’T BE TOO MEAN,
YET! a-heart-“on-the-sleeve” can-be really keen,
IF – you’ve TRULY got the lover – who really, really cares,
About-your-precious-feelings – and-protects-The-Heart-from-tears –
It’s-always-up-to-you, my Honey – You can-CHOOSE to take the chance,
Or stay locked-up – in-your-room – in-your “Down-a-Under” Pants!

But* [for all you big boys out there!]
You don’t need to be a Superman, like ME*** – or – Mr.-Deadpool,
‘Cause the right girl will make you – SUPER – and-COOL!

And, my dear, dear Gladys – after a brief adjustment time,
(And-a-whole-lotta-alcohol) I think you’ll “get” this rhyme,
And you’ll admit – although it may-take – some time-a-getting used-to,
My face will be just fine-for-application – of your-purrecious-woo-hoo! 🙂 – Woo! Hoo!

* – credit given to the motion picture “Deadpool,” for some very memorable quotes!**
** – such as: “After a brief adjustment period – and a bunch of alcohol – It’s a face – . . . . . . . . – I’d be happy – – – to sit on!”
*** – i.e., Santa, of course!

Editors note:

Beauty catches the attention

But the character catches the heart

~

The sign of a beautiful person

Is that they always

See the beauty in others

~

A beautiful thing is never perfect

~

You don’t have to be beautiful

The difference between a weed and a flower

Weeds are the Jugement

Did you know that?

~

My story when I was a small 11-year-old girl

A raging Tomboy at that

My idol mate (teenager), second best footballer ( I of course was the best) 😁

Well Girls started to hang out at the grounds fawning all over him ( Pretty girls, in short knickers)

Oh my, I was so miffed 😔

This day we were riding our bikes home from school and I asked did he think I was pretty like them, hanging out chasing my best mate.

Next, he stopped and yelled out at this little hanger on, “Me” ( I could kick, I could run faster than him)

My Mate grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down on the gutter, skin off my shins

Normally I would belt those boys until they ran away

With my head in my hands from shock I sat there dazed.

This is the first day of growing up!

” You are beautiful inside and out” said he

As I looked up to the sky flashing those blue eyes, nothing like that had ever I heard come from any mouth🙈

We sat in the gutter of a dirt road trying to scratch our heads, what did that sentence mean 🙊

Eternity passed and we saw my Mum looking for me ( we scattered different ways)

Later locked in my room, out came the HD pencils ( thought I was a Famous Author) looked at that phrase over and over.

Didn’t make any sense😞

You remember when you worship someone in your young life you either are wounded or deliriously happy with what they said.😟

It was to be another year and we never talked about the day again

He was a famous footballer, 7 years older than me when we meet again

The eighteen-year-old girl was nearly grown up

He said take me for a ride in your car

So impressive riding round town with my mate again, on two wheels of course🙃

Gone again he reached over and grabbed the keys off me

Here we go again, oh no🙊

He was my Hero

I ended up in the middle of the road having a colossal hissy fit

And left the car in the on the road

The car followed me until I stopped and stood there with tears running down my face

” You are beautiful inside and out.”

said he

Those words stunned me. All those years ago I had often wondered what he meant.

There we were sitting on the side of the gutter hugging, laughing and everything made sense 🙄

Being so young is probably the hardest part of our lives journey we live through.

Learning about compassion, kindness, truth, loyalty and wise words is a treasure trove of gifts only given to those that listen, learn and respect your Elders.

Listening is an acquired skill as is silence.

Listen to the wise, read and keep your mind active.

” Beauty is not in the eye of the Beholder, ”

BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT IS HONESTY ( the appreciation of beauties sacred meaning)

To be complimented from your hero ” you are beautiful inside and out”

Today my Husband is the only male or female to say those exact sacred words to me.

That day I grew up🕊

My husband loves me just the way I am. “How did I get so lucky”

~

Footnote * my mate died 5 years later with Cancer RIP. Never forgotten 🕊 Amen

Baptist Cowboy- have to love it😂😁😀

Baptist Cowboy- have to love it

A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”

The cowboy replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas , we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.

He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”

The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.

“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains, “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”
“Hasn’t affected my brothers though.”

“CLOWN SALES!”

“CLOWN SALES!” a poem a.k.a.: “The KEY To Your Heart – To Riches – & – To Prostate Relief!” December 20, 2018 (Thursday)

Women got the purse strings; men are just rag dolls!

Sell the women what they want! They-don’t-much play with balls!!

There’s just ONE THING – that they want;

Men want: t – – – – es, and men-want-(her)-c,

But women, the-QUEENS – around-their-homes,

They-want-FEATHER-DUSTERS – and-they-want fancy combs;

They wanna keep – the dust real low,

And TO-TITILLATE – their-hubbies always – so,

They-can-go-to-coffee-shops – and gab an awful lot,

With other gals (THEY-LIKE-THINGS-CLEAN) &-to-smoke-a-little-pot!

So, here’s-my-idea; a clown-like-me-should-know:

We’ll open “special shops,” we will – where gr-ir-els can go,

For coffee – and – pot – and-some-real-good-“hooch,”

And sit-around-every-day, with their little pooch,

And compare-the-combs – that’re-in-their-hair,

And, also-compare-(their)-feather-dusters-everywhere,

That-got-mostly white – and-silver handles,

With-just-a-few-black-ones, for-girls with “sandals!”

We’ll make – a zillion dollars, I think we really will!

ANOTHER “GREAT IDEA!” and-CLOWNS-can-find-a-THRILL,

IF-their-lady’ll-take-a-duster – and stick it up their bum,

To-massage that prostate, baby, until you nearly cum!

I’m tellin’ you, I AM – This-life-o-of a clown,

Is THE-LIFE-O’-RILEY,* the best thing here in town!

Feather Dusters! Feather Dusters, are (just) all right with me;

FEATHER DUSTERS! If-you-wanna-be-rich, they’ll always hold the key!!

fin <3😁😀

“THE STRAWBERRY AND CREAM CLOWN VENDOR!”

“THE STRAWBERRY AND CREAM CLOWN VENDOR!” a poem Thurs.: 12/20/18

LET’S-GO “DOWN SOUTH! to the beaches – and beach-front property,
Where we’ll find our clown vendors, with wondrous notoriety!
The Strawberries-and-Cream Business here – is booming!
OR – POPPING! as they say – ’tis-a-business-we-call: “wooming!”
Now-Wooming’s-a-sport developed long ago,
And recently resurrected! In “Southern”-Northern-Australia, y-know!
It’s all about suckulent strawberry popping!
(It) Used-to-be done with cherries, but now folk’re “op(t)-ing,”
For The Strawberry Pop! It’s nutritious AND fun,
Ya pop out a strawberry! – and, with some cream, folks-now- just-run,
To their nearest – Dreamy! Creamy! Strawberry-Clown-Vendor,
And, of course, for a real good “wooming,” ya must also send-her,
Over the Top – and way under cover:
Strawberry Wooming – down in The Souther,
N-Most-Places! Moist, yet-dark-with-“Heart!”
You just plop your head down, and POP goes your tart,
Dispensing them strawberries-and-cream JUST FINE!
ANOTHER-(MARVELOUS)-CLOWN-BUSINESS!
(Strawberries-‘n’-Cream!)
(I’m)-Creamin’-and-you’re-mine! 🙂 – My, oh my!

fin ❤

Watch “Tribute To Anita Baker – Soul Train Awards (HD)” on YouTube “WHATEVER IT TAKES!” a poem, “Despite Political Correctness!” Mystic Poet💙

“WHATEVER IT TAKES!” a poem, “Despite Political Correctness!” 12/18/18 – Tuesday

When-the “creative-juices” – start-to-flow,
It’s-just: WHATEVER-IT-TAKES to let you know:
THAT I LOVE ALL-OF-YOU, ALL DAY LONG,
And, sometimes-(that-takes)-“profane-proportions,” for that’s-how-strong,
The “possession-of-Love” is, is – FOR YOU!
Yet!! Sometimes-the-rhyme – is-a-children’s-rhyme too,
And, therefore – you’ll-see, upon-some-far-away-grave-stone:
Written: “A PROFANE POET, WHO SOMETIMES WROTE WITH A BOY SCOUT TONE!”
Who SOMETIMES wouldn’t touch even one “nasty” word, to describe the feelings,
He had for his wife – and their conjugal dealings!

BUT SOMETIMES THE SPIRIT OF LOVE – DOESN’T F – – – – G CARE,
And it’ll describe things “too specifically,” and lay-all things bare,
And use all those words CONSIDERED nasty and profane,
To, perhaps, describe feelings – about her anatomical reign!
Oh, well – it MAY be “schizo,” – OR – just-“different-poems-for-different-seasons,”
Or -a-whole-slew (pause) a variety of reasons,
That sometimes the poem – is about a little birdie,
And SOMETIMES the censors-stamp-it: “Obscene! and Dirty!” 🙂

fin ❤

“WHATEVER IT TAKES!” a poem, “Despite Political Correctness!” 12/18/18 – Tuesday

When-the “creative-juices” – start-to-flow,
It’s-just: WHATEVER-IT-TAKES to let you know:
THAT I LOVE ALL-OF-YOU, ALL DAY LONG,
And, sometimes-(that-takes)-“profane-proportions,” for that’s-how-strong,
The “possession-of-Love” is, is – FOR YOU!
Yet!! Sometimes-the-rhyme – is-a-children’s-rhyme too,
And, therefore – you’ll-see, upon-some-far-away-grave-stone:
Written: “A PROFANE POET, WHO SOMETIMES WROTE WITH A BOY SCOUT TONE!”
Who SOMETIMES wouldn’t touch even one “nasty” word, to describe the feelings,
He had for his wife – and their conjugal dealings!

BUT SOMETIMES THE SPIRIT OF LOVE – DOESN’T F – – – – G CARE,
And it’ll describe things “too specifically,” and lay-all things bare,
And use all those words CONSIDERED nasty and profane,
To, perhaps, describe feelings – about her anatomical reign!
Oh, well – it MAY be “schizo,” – OR – just-“different-poems-for-different-seasons,”
Or -a-whole-slew (pause) a variety of reasons,
That sometimes the poem – is about a little birdie,
And SOMETIMES the censors-stamp-it: “Obscene! and Dirty!” 🙂

fin ❤

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile! 

“LOVE ACTUALLY!” a poem a.k.a.: “What The H – – – ! Satan Has Possessed Santa Claus And Everyone Is Circumventing The Anti-Love Force Fields! Is This A Sign of The Season, Or The Times, Or What?” Dec. 7, 2018 (Monday) XXX-Mas is close(r)!

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile!

(pause)
Or-when-you-say: “Bay – bay – Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-bay – Bay-Baby! and I melt all the while,
Or when – you look at me – and-your-eyes – go –
SPARKLE! SPARKLE! and – I’m all a-glow,
And you say: I LIKE – TO LOOK AT YOU! That’s ALL! (long pause)
And – I just LO-O-O-O-O-VE (pause) to fall –
In-Love AGAIN – &-AGAIN – &-AGAIN!”

And-Satan-&-his-demon-Gods say: “GOD, what’s all this love stuff? of mice & of men?
Dang! Didn’t-we put up FORCE FIELDS!? around-every-desirable-girl?
(and IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE A L L DESIRABLE) & when She’ll FLASH a curl,
At some guy she likes – then our force field don’t work!
WE NEED TO UPGRADE (these force fields) – where’s that mechanical jerk,
The one who’s supposed-to – maintain-ANTI-LOVE-fields-and such?”

“Oh, you mean SPARKIE!! (uncomfortable pause) Well, he’s lost all his touch!
Because, around Christmas-Time – every year, without fail,
He falls in love too, with a mechanical-chick-name-of-Gayle,
And THERE’S LOVE ALL AROUND – and this season JUST SUCKS,
With mistletoe kissing – and a-whole-lotta (well, you-know)

SHUCKS!”
And The Demons get MISTY! – and THEY FALL IN LOVE TOO,
And POOR SATAN – just throws up his hands! He-don’t-know-what-to-do!
So, he goes – to THE NORTH POLE, and HIS pole’s pointing North,
And He possesses Santa! Whose-wife -loves-The-Devil, of-cour(s)th!
And Satan-and-THAT-JOLLY-OLD-ELF’S-wife – well, they “get it on,”
And Choirs of XX-Mas Angels, STROKE THE FIRES OF BON, BON,
And Little Baby Jesus! He-is born – in the womb,
Of Mrs.-Gladys-Claus-who-rises – from-her-icy-tomb,
AND SATAN’S A PROUD DADDY! and He sees A Great (Jesus) Light:
MERRY XXX-MAS TO ALL! May all pussies be tight!
fin ❤


* – gently!  :)

“THE ‘O. D.’ HUG!” a poem a.k.a.: “My Favorite Huggie!” Saturday: Dec. 15, 2018

I-just wan’-a-me – the O.D. HUG, I-know-it’s-a-lot-to-ask,
But I-like to-think about-it – in-your-hug I-LO-O-OVE -to-“bask!”

[Procedure:]

You sneak up (kinda slowly) and whisper in her ear,
That-you-love-her-ever-lots-and-lots, and she’s a Sweetie DEAR –
You get a little closer, and-you smell her precious hair!
And start to press her to (your) chest – and put your nose right there,
And kinda lean up on her – and wrap your arms around,
Her back – and arms (so sexy) – THE SEXIEST I’VE FOUND;
They’re THICK – and you can feel – a firm and scrumptious squeeze,
AND-I-PUT-MY-FACE-INTO-HER-HAIR, It-is The Perfect Tease,
And I’ll-breathe-real-deep – and feel the squeeze, that-comes-from-a-cozy-hug,
And I think then – I’M-IN-HEAVEN – me-with-my-bed-a-bug!

I AM – a shy – and cautious guy – but I’d-like-to ask her true,
When-I-see-her – when she’s near – “CAN-I HUGGIE-YOU?”
“Whatch-a-mean? A huggie?” “Well (pause or not) can you turn around?”
“Well, I don’t-know; it’s kinda weird; I’m-not-sure where you’re bound!”
“Well-now – I (JUST)-WANNA – WRAP – (pause) myself around your frame,
And squeeze!*-(with)-my-love-sick-head-upon-you! Honey-please-don’t-blame,
Me, for-I got-this-fantasy, ’cause I’m-just-crazy- for-YOU! (pause)
‘Cause-you’re-the-sexiest-thing – (that)-I’ve-seen! Your hugs are JUST – so -OO-OO! 🙂 – Whew!

fin ❤

* – gently! 🙂

It comes Naturally in Australia – loving dancing in the rain 💙💙

DOWN UNDER, AUSSIE STYLE!” a poem Tuesday: 12/11/2018

The sexiest girl I ever met, Australian-born-and-bred;
I-really-loved-it-when-that-purty-“sheila” -was-messin’-with-my-“head!!”
“So-you’re-Texan, hey?!”-she-said-“Hoo-ray,” with-a-sparkle-in-her-eye;
“Well-honey-cum-down-SOUTH!”-said-she;
I said: “Oh, my-my-my!”
“What’s-‘matter-BIG-BOY? – ya-stammering! A-heifer-got-your-tongue?”
[Those Aussie girls I-think-I-think – they like ’em well-a-hung!]
“Come-on, Tex!-what-cha-waitin’-for? Don’t-cha-wanna-cume-DOWN-UNDER?”
“Well-yes-yes – purty-miss, I do – I-lightnin’-n-you-be-thunder!”

Well-anyway-FOLKS-n-FRIENDS-n-NEIGHBORS – watch-(out) for Aussie chicks:
They’re-kinda-a-like-the-kangaroos, for
THEY-LOVE-TA-GET-THEIR-KICKS! 🙂 – Geez, Louise! Mate!

fin ❤