Chasin' Chickens

[My Erotic Tail]

Chasin' Chickens~

She's probably out a egg pickin.
Or chasin' down some darn chicken.

Trying to get at that cock.
With a single rolled down sock.

Dartin across that chicken coop.
Shoes churning up the chicken poop.

Feathers flying and yard birds cluckin'
outreached arms got the dog a barkin.

Rooster crows and flaps its wings.
Just the usual saturday thing.

Lickin my lips for some chicken pot pie.
Got tears of laughter in my eye.

Funniest thing to see the dirt she's kickin.
Chasin' down some ole' darn chicken.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Goosed~

Have you ever been goosed...
by a goose on the loose?
Followed them around and felt like a caboose?

You know that a goose knows no truce...
especially if they are running loose.

They may fly high over a moose.
But they'll run with a waddle from a noose.

And if you ain't never been goosed by
a goose on the loose.
Try to walk where they roost.

Now don't bend over around a goose.
Stand up tall and keep your clothes loose.

Cause you'll be in trouble if a pair is a deuce.
Then you will surely be goosed by a goose.

 

[Liar]

Did someone say goose?

Funky little poems. Please go on.

#L

 

[minsue]

LOL!



Thanks for the heads up, M E T! I love it.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

smiles~

Why'd the goose honk when it flew on by...
dropping poop and almost hit my eye..

Wings outstretched and feet were fanned...
I still think geese are really grand.

With Its long neck it looked back to see.
The wet that fell as that goose pee'd on me...

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Smiles~

She grabbed him and
pulled him to her..
laid him down and
starts to rub...
..massageing
she rolled her hands
around on his skin..
and fixed his position
spread his legs a bit
and pulled out
his long bone..
the juices flowed a bit
as she pulled on it..
rolled him over
and put her finger
in his lil hole
and then lil deeper....
fixed him to
lay just right....
as sloshing sounds
came from him
she massaged him a bit more ...
she turned and
opened the door...
then picked him up ...
and put him in the oven ....
"yep bout two hours the
turkey will be ready"......lol

 

[bamagirl]

lol art and you want me to put these on audio???

I can't for laughing

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Clowning Around~

So I come here like a Clown...
Unicycle paddleing around.
Big red shoes..flower print shirt of blue..
Honkin my horn...Beep Beep
pull you with my rod like lil bo peep
squirt you with water from a flower...
dive into a bucket from a tall tower...(not)
little poodles dance around.
leaving lil mounds on the ground.
I hold up a sign.."watch were you step."
reach in my pocket where my stuff is kept
pull out a flower and hand it to you..
my pants suddenly grew and grew..
I have a mound of my own too.
I try to push it back as I look at you.
that just made it grow a new.
I turn red as my shoe.
Hidden by my painted red cheeks.
blushing and shuck's-ing as if I were meek.
Till my mound has reached its peak.
looking for a hole to dive in I seek
Then I smile and wave at you and grin
you know Ill be back again.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Happy Earth Day

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[My Erotic Tail]

First Time~

I have had this for awhile...not sure who wrote it..
But I have always enjoyed it...I'll share with ya....


The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone just she and I
Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing
My hands on her breast
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when I did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time ever
At milking a cow.....

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Mule~

My Uncle had a mule,
that was known to drool,

Big and stocky
that he named Rocky.

But bless his heart...
that mule could fart.

We would call him a Jack ass
everytime that mule passed gas.

Now pulling wagons was his job.
Rocky's head would bob and bob.

But when he farted, Oh My god.
My eyes would water and I'd almost sob.

We fed him gas-ex
just for a test.

But nothing helped when...
that mule passed wind.

Rocky's a good name, but some times I'm thinking...
they should have named him, always stinking!!!

 

[LiteraryArt]

Cute

Well aint that cute

 

[minsue]

Re: Cute

Well aint that cute

ROFLMAO!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Ducks~

The funny little waddle
of a mallard not swallow...

Always makes me smile.

They go around quacking,
While their beaks are smacking.

Walking in single file.

Flapping their wings,
is a ducky thing...

and flying for many a mile.

But to watch a duck waddle,
their butts out like a bottle..

Always makes me smile.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Puppy Dog Tales~

Little Puppies chase their tails,
round and round with out fail,

Sit up and pant while they beg,
probably even hump your leg.

Scratch an ear with their back paw,
latch on you with their puppy jaw.

chase after a thrown ball,
Leave a mess in the hall.

Give you little puppy eyes,
While they sniff between your thighs.

They don't mean any harm,
When they bite you in the arm.

Think puppies are so cute?
Lift their leg and out they shoot.

Always scratching for the fleas
All they want is to please.

Wrestling with a bucket or pale..
how I love a puppy tale.

 

[LadyShianne]

Very cute ....






S

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Gosling~

I been wrestling
with the word Gosling~

Don't want to call it slander..
I just want to take a Gander.

So I can sing it like a canary...
So I look it up in a Dictionary.

So if it is a young goose,
I'll call a truce...

and if its a foolish fellow...
I'll be really mellow...

For the quirk is a statement,
I'll pound the pavement...

and cover terrain,
And remain insane...

So that happiness will bring
back the Gosling !!!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Bait Robber~

Under the water went the bobber.
Probably another bait robber.
Jerk my fishing pole...another bait stole.
Reel in my line...for the one hundreth time.
I put on another bait...and the cast was great.
I watched my line..."Going to get you this time."
The cork went down again...back up, so I reel in.
"Is there one smart fish?...thats doing this?"
Baited again...so I cast my line in.
As I await...my bobbers fate.
The bobber danced around...then it went down.
I pulled on my pole...another bait was stole.
Down in my soul... I thought this was getting old.
Baited again...and cast my line in.
I sit and watch...as my cork is but a blotch.
Then it disapears...then back up comes the sphere.
A little frustrated...I reel in and rebaited.
I'll keep going on...till this last bait is gone.
This must be a sign...as I cast in my line.
Again my bobber...floats on the water.
Then it submerged...Again it emerged.
Its getting late...and I have no more bait.
Put away my pole and bobber...
The winner is the "Bait robber."

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Bull Frog~

Here's a little tid bit...
about the frogs that ribbit.

At the pond their found along..
singing their deep throated song.

Slimey green their rarely seen.
Doing their little hopping thing.

Splash in the water and then they swim.
The Pond is like their play gym.

"Kiss a frog and you'll find a prince"
Who ever said that must not have any sence.

But let the night come and they will sing.
Warning though, ear plugs you might want to bring.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Steppin' on Toe's

No matter where you go...
your libel to step on a toe.

Like the ye ole classic rhyme,
can't please everyone all the time.

Life's a dance, we learn as we go,
Yeah, its a song I know!

The world's gotten crowded,
and there's a lot more feet.
Just try hard to be kind and sweet.

Some are stubborn and done took root.
Just offer them a steel toe boot.

Tell them it could be worse,
Two left feet, they'll like'ly curse.

You can't stop a dog from barkin'.
Or even, the sore from harpin'

Stepping on toes is bound to happen,
Especially if their sittin' with their toe a tappin'

If you step on a toe look them square in the eyes,
Then kindly apologize.

Cause the good lord knows...
Your gonna step on toes.

hehehehehehehehahahaha *Stomp*

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Rusty~

I once had a dog named Rusty..
Got his coat muddy and crusty.

We all laughed...
when we gave him a bath..

Cause he got us wet with his shakin' splash!

Now Rusty chased coon's...
From night till noon.

We knew he'd be home soon.
Or come waggin up at the sight of the moon.

Wantin' a pet or for us to groom.

Chasin' sticks and tennis balls..
Some times we'd have to call and call.

Or roll around in some ole' funk...
Then come back and man he stunk.

Or drag dad home when he got drunk.

Yeah, those were the days,
In my minds haze.

Remembering the husky,
Who always smelled musty,

Guess you can tell, I miss ole ...Rusty!!!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Texas Proverb~

Texas Proverb~

Life is like a jar of Jalapeno's
What you do today may bite
you in the ass tomorrow!!!!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Fishin Pole~

The fine art of fishing with your pole.
The ultimate reward, the facial glow.
Depends on rather your fishing for Bass,
Catfish, crappie, trout or ass.

Of course you go to your favorite hole.
A place to use your long pole.
Tackle you'll use, from simple to odder.
My favorite is always been the bobber.

Now if you know your pole is going to get wet.
For some, wrapping that rascal let’s not forget.
Especially if you use the "Trouble Hooker."
Or the lovely little Mrs., who’s a real looker.

The way you handle that hardened pole.
With a technique of practiced and bold.
Getting your pole to rise up high.
Awaiting that anticipated sigh.

Relish in the time spent at a hole.
Where rivers of liquid probably flow.
The possibilities of a ravishing dish.
You know I always liked the smell of fish.

Your pole may be handled a time or two.
By someone else and of course by you.
But the joy it'll bring you till your OLE' Grey.
Always trying to get your pole laid.

 

[Liar]

Re: Fishin Pole~

Don't feed me things like that before I've had my three cups of morning java. Stood by the coffe machine, surpressing giggles. Got stared at.

#L

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Coffee~

Oh yes the morning cup...
that wakes us up.

The jump starting fuel...
an eye opening tool.

Yawns and a stretches...
warm fluid quenches.

As I start to stir...
my dream now a blurrr.

I move with a pace....
my mind starts to race.

get into a groove...
now I really can move.

Now I'm not really offy...
I'm hiped up on coffee.

well Mr. Liar we are the early bird
or we must be in different time zones
morning ...passing the pot !!!
(I "mean't" coffee).....lol