i suppose it is your loss
you’ll realize it while you floss
those yellowing teeth
after eating that meat
cooked in garlic and pepper sauce
Some people enjoy pony meat
Salty, sour, savory, sweet,
Tender flesh medium rare
The tail, the ear, the hoof to spare,
In some places even those are quite a treat.
together they went for the rally
to preserve the right to sit in dark alleys
the people were trying to change their ways
but the cats knew they were there to stay
both domestic and stray
to break records that men could never tally
i once knew a woman quite elastic
she could mould herself like plastic
when playing about
her limbs would stretch out
resulting in a display of treasures fantastic.
so long, fare thee well for now
when i’m back i wont look like a cow
i will probably drink gallons of beer
but daily swims may lessen my fears,
oh well, i will now leave you with a jig and a bow.
across the lake i began to wade
starting point began to fade
tadpoles lurked in the shade
mossy waters green and jade
vines tangled up in braids
fishermen smoke gamble and trade.
a lady well known in the nation
for her skills in the fine art of copulation
men would lust after her expertise
sometimes direct sometimes a tease
her different moods induced different sensations.
my moral code is set in its ways
i will drink till the end of my days
i must indulge in many a vice
without thinking twice
find lovers from here till far away.
there was once a failure in Peru
quite pathetic, he knew not what to do
never tried to do right
or climb out of his plight
just sat proud with his face in his shoe.
some things have a hold on me
cute furry creatures, the untamed sea
tales of knights and elves and magic
tv shows, so bad they are tragic
aroma of freshly baked bread too hot to eat
the thought of someone who i’d like to meet.
i wonder about certain things,
such as alcohol, and the joy it brings
followed by a morning of pain
feeling tired and drained
every week, its the same tune we sing.
there was once a lady in Maine
who exclusively traveled by train
while waiting for her station
she enjoyed the rhythmic vibrations
till she discovered greater pleasures by plane.
i cannot help but embrace
the size the texture the salty taste
the minute you touch my lips
i know i am ill equipped
to handle this intense sensation,
bacon, you give me such elation.
neither too strong nor too wise
he had no chance to rise
above the others in the crowd
never made his parents proud
when he finally decided to go explore
he tripped and fell on the floor.
the old raccoon taught the young cubs
how to stay alive in the human hubs
give the late night lovers a fun scare
hiss and claw at anyone who dares
to try and steal their juicy meal
of week old trash, tasty and congealed.
There is only one corner in that room
The room is old, you can smell the fumes
sixty degree angle where both ends meet
wallpaper peeling at the edge due to the heat
On the right hangs a picture of a bride and groom.
the pensive penguin sat in the shade
wearing a bowtie of red plaid
thinking thoughts of juicy worms
of tasty treats spiked with germs
waiting for his dinner to get made
little sam seems to always know
the next song on the radio
what will be the next great single
a happy tune an upbeat jingle
then he’ll bob his head and wiggle his toe
she asked me to carry her backpack
i’m sure something was alive in that sack
a bag full of babies
or wild dogs with rabies
i was nervous to find out in our shack.
There was once a lady who had quite a face
of beauty and elegance it had not a trace
small eyes long nose and lips quite large
the sum of the parts, like a photo montage
but she was still proud, stood tall with grace.
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