Warning, baaaad poetry

[Svedish_Chef]

I am sad
lonely and mad
My head instead
hidden under the bed.

Not wanting to know
To find out the truth
Misspent life
Cats terrifying youth

 

[Bindii]

Well I can't say I wasn't warned.....

 

[cymbidia]

Fighting for acceptance
By ignoring his absence.
I post only the mundane
And avoid the heart pain.
Blindly passing by that thread
My tears, for now, remain unshed.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Avoidance, a common technique
To allow us to process things
Not gone and forgotten
Not here, not here

THinking about all
And not that
But whats it matter
we miss the cat

NO not a cat
Not a pussy
N'ere a skerrick
Not today not here.

 

[cymbidia]

Not here.
Not again.
And so we share
The shock and pain.
Moving forward
We remember
Our friend Mensa
Lit's lost member.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

How he would enjoy
Losing his member
In lits lustful women
Pussy prime heaven

Everything nothing
Possibly maybe
Its all oK
She'll be right mate

~smile~

 

[bluntforcemama]

I have a pet Gremlin
he lived under the bed
His name is spike,
he gives me head.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I am the queen
of bad poetry
I can also
make some decent reads
but only when
I have a need
to be the queen
of bad poetry.

 

[Kitte]

There is no such thing as bad poetry.
Just my opinion though

 

[Svedish_Chef]

you lie
and cheat
and steal
and barrack for
the fudgepackers real

Now there are things
one cannot forgive
and muff, yes
this is one
IT IS!

 

[bluntforcemama]

There is no such thing as bad poetry.
Just my opinion though

That did NOT rhyme!

 

[KillerMuffin]

oh dear
he says
what am I to do with you?
he says
just because he can't speak beautiful english like me
I say

 

[Kitte]

That did NOT rhyme!

I sit and think of timeless words
the flit and fly like aimless birds
to me they make no rhyme or sense
but what really counts is what is ment.

*better?*

 

[bluntforcemama]

Much, much, and such.

 

[Demian]

I think I set a Beer down Here somewhere

I can carry 4 books strong

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Fudgemuffin

Packing galore

What is meant is bad poetry
And I am great at that
Look at my poems
see my votes
True dat

 

[just pet]

To Lit I fly
with jaundiced eye
and gaze upon the bounty
the search is fruitless, empty
forced to cry
where is my naked Mounty?


http://www.eolatravel.com/images/mounty.jpg

 

[Demian]

Bird on the Wing

Say

But then Don't

You take me away
Neon Darkness

I am Falling Away

I am Falling Away

 

[KillerMuffin]

the only mountie
that i want
that might be nekkie
is brendan frasier
in a loin clothie
doing the lambada
australian accentie
is always nice
for me

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Naked mounty
Mounting the pet
tasting her lips
with arousals nectar

Tastes sweet
deliciously naughty
down on the knees
eagar to please

there there pet
now dont fret
A poem is yours
From lits worst yet!

 

[just pet]

Mounted by Dudley
under eye of his horse
he left on his spurs
made me nervous, of course

I fear that he wishes
the horsie were me
and to spur him to greatness
tethered me to a tree

I pawed at the ground
looked for rescue from Do-Right
when Snidely appeared
and cackled
You're mine tonight

That evil eye twinkle
was heaven to me
he pushed aside Dudley
let me loose from the tree

I fell to his arms
just in time to see
that silly blond Mountie
with Horse over his knee

 

[just pet]

There is no such thing as bad poetry.
Just my opinion though

Care to change that opinion?

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Pet, mine bad enough?

 

[just pet]

Pet, mine bad enough?

It sizzles with Bad

I like when you are bad

 

[Svedish_Chef]

You sixxle with that finger in your mouth, I'd hate to see what happens when you take it out.