Summertime and the holidays
I'm off to the coast
Yea! Off to the sunny seaside
Breezin' down the highway with my window wide open
The music blaring on the radio
Got my bags all packed in the back
Got my swimming trunks in, my beach towel, beach ball.... and my wonderful inflatable woman.

At the hotel I unpack, I get her out
At first she's a bit flat
She's like my very own genie in a bottle
When I uncork her,  start to pump her up  
It's then...it's then the magic starts

At first she flounders and writhes about
Then suddenly she grows bigger, she becomes *****,
  she rears up
I know what my three wishes are gonna be
With her lovely ***** salacious look  
I know what she's thinking
"Is Sargeant Sausage, is he coming out to play"
Why! You little hussey you little ****.

Big and bouncy, so pink and soft and wowzy
My wonderful wibbebly wobbly wonder girl
How I love her lovely curves, all her lovely hills and valleys
She's so pneumatic she's... she's absolutely fantastic
Great big bonging bangers 
I lose myself in her, squeeze her tightly
Like a big big balloon she carries me away from all the cares of the day...far faraway
She's incredible!  She's amazing!!  

(Careful not to bite her though , I did that once
She started to hiss, then she went off flying, farting all around the room).

I made me a tape of conversations from movies
Girls saying sweet things to their fellas,
I play it when she's there
Looking at me across the room
O!  she's so sweet, so understanding
She never criticises, is so undemanding
If only all girls could be that way.

The two of us together
Man! She's a fine bit of rubber
We make a good.... a lovely couple
Just me...me and my wonderful...my wonderful inflatable woman.

How many more murders will we grieve in this dark night?
Dog bites and sound bytes
Debris from bomb kites...
Death and destruction on all sides
Whilst they watch from hot air balloons
Hollow-heartedly high
How many more surreal acts lie?...
More backing down
Staying out
Safe and sound in the parachute blot of a blasted cocoon as it sinks to the ground...

A yen is not a thing
it's the wish
to hold the string
of a yellow balloon
you once lost
on a windy day
in the hills
of your mind

died of an enlarged heart
rode in on the wings of a Seraphim
to tell you it was actually broken
that it just grew a few too many sizes that day
and honey,
it burst into a quasar
a bouquet of sound like a tin balloon that
explodes inside a tunnel full of quiet winds.
but now here comes the rain
a holy baptism half past a broken heart.
we’ll sew it up together
with a quicksilver spindle of celestial threads.
golden yarn spun from the Oversoul inside my head
the seeds of my holy heart-mind
sewn beneath my lotus feet.
ceramic shards of a broken heart
woven whole again
showing only golden cracks and seams
below the clouds the sun is brighter than it seems.
inside this fire we laugh so loud
the tunnel full of silent raging winds
are giving birth to embers
and steaming into clouds.

hard hearts will expand with a smile
as we float along the wake
of the Prince of Wands -
bathing in the fire.

by jordan

If I could
be a balloon🎈

I would fly
with my happy
thoughts.

I would
touch the
skies,

And the
mountains
tops across
the globe.

If I could
be a balloon,

Yellow as
the sunshine as the fluttering fields of butterflies.


Frolicking and
hopping upon
the currents
of the warm
wind.

If I could
be a balloon,

I would be
yellow like a
sunflower.

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5-23-21

They float and fly,
Ascending to a place
Much higher in the sky
Though little see how they chase
You into yet another cry.
But you accept it, just in case
You fail to come by
And deliver your final good bye.

Purple balloons soar
As he enters an endless sleep
To which escape is no more.

Purple balloons
Much higher in the sky
Coldly whisper;
'Good bye'.

Out of a **** he made Great Art
It was no ordinary **** no!
It was straight from the heart, that
   ****
It had lain too long in the dark
Now was it's time to start
To make its bid for freedom... and for stardom.

It flew like a dart that **** from the
   heart
Like an arrow strung from Cupids
   bow
Little did it know how luminous it'd
   glow
Becoming one of the Greats in the
   Farting Canon.

It was probably the greatest **** poem
   ever written
In my own humble opinion
It was very daring and it smelt of
   onion
It was certainly the fairest fartiest
   poem I ever seen
If it was one of the three Musketeers
It would have to have been
   D'artagoine.

It inflated like a balloon, blew up like
   a great glass bubble
Then it popped and headed off
   toward England
Flying further afield than any ****
   had ever flown
It touched people's hearts, bewitched
   every nation
Resounded around the world
Yea! was heard in every Kingdom.

It flew long, it rounded the Horn
Like a Lark, that ****, it soared and
   sung
It was no boring old ****
It was far fartier and fruiter than that
It was a King of Farts
Way above the fartiest of farters and
   all the farting Arthurs
It was the real King Arthur
The King Arthur of all farts and
   Farters.

A real Belter was that **** that came
   from the heart
That had all the Angels singing in
   their cloisters,
A real work of Art just like Mozart
Or remember... remember your
   Shakespeare
"Hark! A ****, a ****! Whereforth art ?
    Thou ****"
It played its part, that ****, yea! it
   wielded its Excalibur.

O! there's nothing I'd rather do than lie here blowing sweet bubbles next
   to you
You! on your little flutey flute flute and
   Me! on my big Bass Trombone.