Poems

[PJ-Hunter]

A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.




A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a chit.

 

[snowbunny chaser]

roses are nice
violets are fine.
ill be the six
if you be the nine.

 

[sam_swag_g]

Asked chatGTP for a poem about a sled I summer storage (not too much snow so far over here):

Snowmobile in Summer Storage

Lonely and still, in summer storage it waits
Longing for the chill,
to play in snow and ice,
its fate Once it roamed the hills,
with grace and speed so fast
Now it rests until,
the next snow will come to pass

Its engines cool and still,
its wheels now still in place
Its silent cries to thrill,
with the snow upon its face
It yearns to ride the hills,
to leave its summer shack
And soar over the thrills,
with the snow its only track

Oh how it misses the rush,
of the wind that rushes past
The thrill of speed, the push,
of the snow that flies so fast
The sound of its engine's roar,
the cold that bites the face
The rush of adrenaline,
the joy of winter's embrace

So here it waits in summer storage,
so still and calm
With memories of winter's glory,
a time to come
For it knows when winter comes,
it will rise once more
To play in the snow and have fun,
like it has done before.

 

[PSI 800]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
you have great tits
and i want to play with them too