I fell in love, with loves young dream,
My hopeful heart had dared to beam,
With rose tinted glasses upon my eyes,
This seemingly perfect, of all guys,
Was everything I dreamed he'd be,
Well, up until he proved that he,
Was not that man, oh silly me,
So please beware, you have been told,
Not all that glitters, is true gold.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
There is such intimacy in ***
Particularly *** with someone new,
Swapping spit with some one else,
Seems a strange thing to want to do,
Touching someone else's skin,
The tingling feel of lust,
Their hands across your rising hips,
their lips upon your bust,
Fleeting waves of passion,
Joining mind body and soul.
Mad pursuit towards one goal,
Bonding, becoming whole,
Naked setting passion free,
Is vulnerable beyond belief,
But when we suffer from trapped wind,
We hold tight and grit our teeth,
If you can get on farting terms,
It brings such sweet relief,
Running out the room each time,
You want to let one go,
Or pinching cheeks together,
It's difficult you know,
It takes more time ,if you care to linger,
Before you can say, hey, pull my finger,
And laugh together at the noise,
And appreciate, girls will be boys :)
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
I'm smarter than the average bear,
Even though I have blonde hair,
I really do not miss a trick,
So do not treat me like a *****
Or you will find, as time does pass,
I might well bite you on the ****
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
My heart is broken,
A fleeting lover,
Don't think I'll ever love another,
I knew it from our very first meet,
My heart went pow and missed a beat,
We exchanged numbers, contact began,
He drove 3 hours to visit me, this man,
Although fair distance kept us apart,
Intense weekends spent, he won my heart,
I opened my soul and let him in,
He felt the same, I'm sure he did,
We carefully helped each other recover,
From our previous messed up lovers,
He planted tulip bulbs where I took Dads ashes,
We shared a healthy love of passion,
We laughed a lot, and shared our fears,
And looked ahead, into future years,
Difficult times shared within our pasts,
We exorcised and freed them at last,
Then one day, right out of the blue,
An email came, my mind it blew,
Tears rolled down my face as I read his words,
I was sobbing like a little girl,
My dreams , like him, had blown away,
Patiently I hope, that soon one day,
He once again may come my way,
This man I loved, for too few days.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Even though, deep in your mind,
Your fearful of what you might find,
A woman's instinct sound and true,
Can even shout and scream at you,
Yet heart rules head, we know the score,
The clues are there, yet we still ignore,
Holding onto our loves young dream,
Rumours rife, yet still won't believe,
Evidence waved, right under our snouts,
But still we just can't kick him out,
Cut him some slack, a bit more rope,
He'll hang himself, the useless dope.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
I have a schoolboys sense of humour,
Oh yes it's true, it's not just rumour,
I always laugh at bums and willys,
It's immature and very silly,
I cannot help my humours taste,
I try to keep it above the waist,
Yet down the slippery slope I slide,
This 'Carry-On" sense of humour of mine,
Farts, poos, **** the crudest jokes,
Belong much more to bad *** blokes,
Double meaning things that people say,
Is my specialist subject anyway,
Even though I know it's daft,
I do enjoy a ****** laugh :)
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I really wish bedtime would come,
Yawning like Bagpuss on ******
If I wasn't so tired, I'd go up now,
But I'm such a ****** lazy cow,
I could be sleeping like a log,
But don't like to disturb the dog,
The snoring mutt, an 8 stone lump,
I'm praying that he needs a dump,
My legs are numb, can't feel my toes,
And I really need to blow my nose,
At least I know the time will come,
When to bed I drag my weary ***
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Such expectation in our hearts,
When the World Cup football starts,
Off to Tesco, for shirts and flags,
Carried home in plastic bags,
3 Lions worn upon our chest,
England's going to be the best,
Little kids collecting footy cards,
In sticker books, they love this part,
You know where they will be found,
Swapping cards in the playground,
Our team heroes now they stand in line,
Mumbling national anthem, or some just mime,
Our pubs are full, the fans all wait,
For our team England to be just great,
Yet once again, it's a crock of ****
Still we can't quite believe it,
Our national team can't find the goal,
Been better if we'ad learned to bowl,
Excelled ourselves this time, it seems,
An early exit home, it means,
In some ways it's ended all the fuss,
Of buttock clenching, for all of us!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
When we are happy in our lives, every day is a bright sunny day,
Then things go wrong and run astray, black clouds, they chase the sun away,
The wind and rain creep in your soul, and chill your heart, that is their goal,
But with the power of positive thinking, we can lose those thoughts without blinking,
Relax your mind and feel the heat, from in your head down to your feet,
Your on a beach, warmth on your skin, breath in deep, let the sunshine in,
Now feel the glow, around your room, think life's too short to live in gloom.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
There's not much funnier than a ****
It's immature, I know, to start,
So many styles of wind to pass,
Gas blowing out your smelly ****
Some high in pitch, a squeaky door,
Or quiet and deadly, so much more,
Dare we pull the offered finger?
A nasty trick we will remember,
Always makes your children squeal,
But never ever loses it's appeal,
When you meet a brand new partner,
It takes a while to **** in front of her,
When farting terms are established yes,
It's far more intimate, than ***
It matters not, just where you be,
You need to let your wind go free,
You might think that I am obscene,
But we all do it, yes, even the Queen,
So lighten up, and have some fun,
And blast some air out of your ***
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC