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Lyn Senz Nov 2013
Pete is lying on a beanbag
underneath a cover white

hears a rumble from below him
wakes up with an awful fright

then a hand comes by and slaps him
grabs his head and holds on tight

poor Pete's always getting beat on
almost every single night!


©2012 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
Dripping wet emotions
with defensive underwear
tripping ghetto potions
an expensive teddybear

you're a wordy birdy whiddler
of some truth I wouldn't know
and I'm a hurdy gurdy fiddler
of some sooth I shouldn't show

you alight a quiet yearning
you aflame my frozen soul
feels so right the night so burning
but I don't claim my chosen goal

in the blissless listless morning
I begin again to go
you're a kissless mistress scorning
any kin my sin will sow

and the end my friend is calling
my life petty all alone
will she tend and end my falling
or be a pretty little stone


©2012 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
Sister Sue the ****** nun
stole the tithes and bought a gun
walked into the convent's choir
screamed you ****** and opened fire

and all her life she prayed and prayed
that she'd be standing center stage
Amazing Grace is what she chose
to solo while the chorus rose

but they wouldn't let Sister Sue
sing in sunday school
no they wouldn't let her hum a hymn
or even mime a few
they said God is our director
and He thinks you **** too
so they wouldn't let Sister Sue
sing in sunday school

Sister Sue the ****** nun


©1987 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
I remember them
they were nestled like spoons
warm in their web
like one soft cocoon

their lust was my terror
as I clung to my beer
and laughed at them saying
you alive under there?

windy blue days
a blanket and trees
a cliff by the ocean
we walked by in degrees
looking and thinking
we've disturbed their *******
a moment of bliss
that they're undertaking

but their bodies were statues
cuz they were aware
of young cannibals lurking
you alive under there?


©1988 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
The dog he came and bit my ear
and now I think I cannot hear
every time I think of it
I do not like my getting bit
it finally healed and is not sore
I hope he will not bite no more

the dog he grew and got real big
and all I see him do is dig
he digs and digs and finds a bone
after he eats he'll start to groan
he'll groan and groan all day and night
I did not think that this was right

so I got some medicine to fix him up
and then I put it in a cup
I put the cup onto the ground
he drank and now he's safe and sound
he finally woke and is not sore
I do not think he'll dig no more


©1974 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
'What happens to bad poets when they die?'
'Aye, tis a good question,' says the sotted
brute wavin his hand whilst spittle flyin
with most syllables.
'I yam told bad poets stew in alphabet soup,
and get eaten by old grannies for all eternity.'
'I eard that one, but seems a waste of good soup.'
'Aye, and why de grannies get involved, it's a
misog, misog, a ting against women I'll bet.'
'Well then, what might you think?' says the innkeeper
to the quiet sod at the end of the bar.
'Eh..I should think they go with the good ones,
cuz I'd be ****** if I can tell the difference.'
'Aye,' says all, 'aye.'


©2012 Lyn
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
My darling dear I love you
oh honey I've got it bad
but no more maybe baby
cuz I know that makes you mad

let's sit upon the sofa seat
I have something to say
I bought some bread, a loaf a wheat
that expired yesterday

and it makes me feel so needed
when you tell me what to do
your instructions have been heeded
please don't scream luv, I hear you

doll, your bossiness endears me
and your rudeness I deserve
and I love the way
you squint and say
what you looking at you perv

dearest pumpkin, let me say this
from the moment that we met
I have hungered for our first kiss
have you decided on that yet?

cuz your perfume wakes my senses
it alerts me when your near
sweets, I have no more defenses
just my quick reflexive fear!


©2012 Lyn
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