In time with her spinner,
Her daughter began dinner,
And the beasts in the pasture were flayed.
Into her ***
She dropped a carrot
And the women chortled away.
When along came the fitter
Who was all bent and bitter
From eating dirt cabbage all day.
Not bothering to knock
He stepped on their ****
And it ba-gawked
as it ran through the foy-yay.
In a manner quite gruff,
The spinner rebuffed,
The fitter for being so gay.
Then her sister came in
Threw down her meat bin
And asked if he'd stay for dinner.
Confused and unsorted,
The fitter retorted,
"I'd rather eat cabbage in layce!"
Roaring with laughter
The daughter quipped faster,
"You may have mine after my day!"
Tomato red
The chased fitter fled
Saying, "To hell with your day and the lay!"
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
In time with her spinner,
Her daughter began dinner,
And the beasts in the pasture were flayed.
Into her ***
She dropped a carrot
And the women chortled away.
When along came the fitter
Who was all bent and bitter
From eating dirt cabbage all day.
Not bothering to knock
He stepped on their ****
And it ba-gawked
as it ran through the foy-yay.
In a manner quite gruff,
The spinner rebuffed,
The fitter for being so gay.
Then her sister came in
Threw down her meat bin
And asked if he'd stay for dinner.
Confused and unsorted,
The fitter retorted,
"I'd rather eat cabbage in layce!"
Roaring with laughter
The daughter quipped faster,
"You may have mine after my day!"
Tomato red
The chased fitter fled
Saying, "To hell with your day and the lay!"
Another poem I wrote in 2012
"If life could be a dream.. paradise up above.." please tell me I'm the last one that you love.
