#spicer
in the long ago
a randy poet
did contact me
via the site's
internal email
he requested that I should
*pen him some ****** verse*
due to me being
such an obliging person
I wrote the fellow
a few lines
of the hot and steamy
variety
he was quite satisfied
with how they affected
the pelvic region
and it engendered
such a goodly arise
Sir Percy
response
but after several months
all communication
between us
did abruptly cease
for he had found
a more seasoned poetess
to scribe him stuff
in a spicer pitch
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
I looked out the kitchen window to see the new springtime grass
But fog from your tea on the sill blocked the view.
Rain came pouring down
To expose a sunny day.
You complained your green tea
Was over steeped. It was brown.
Did you open the (cabinet
To get the sugar) from the top shelf?
I used your mug today
As a bowl to hold my soup.
You were raking outside
But there were no leaves to form a substantial collection.
The grass was frogs’ legs
And told you to jump, jump, jump.
Did you open the (shed
To get the fertilizer) from the top shelf?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC