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I failed 7th grade three times because I refused to **** wildflowers and press them between wax paper. I also refused to dissect frogs and other animals.
Those wildflowers and frogs were all I had in the patch of woods...where I had to hide.
My science teacher looked just like a toad with a beard. Ms Farley. Vermilion Middle School. Ohio
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 9:22 PM UTC
With a soft moist tongue
you set up a sensuous trap
waiting for careless little me
to drop in
and be shocked
at the discovery
that I am such
a tasty prey
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
buzzing
in a sweltering
evening marsh
a swarm of mosquitoes
vexed and unsettled
waits
for a cool swoosh
from a toad
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
If I were, a warlock
I'd need a witch with me
a *** for my potions
and mermaids, by the sea
some villagers, nearby
with warts, and phlegm, to spare
spells that are my pride
an elm, and willow, pear
We'll live as best we can
till the inquisition arrives
making sure my witchie wife
gets on her broom, and flies
Escaping to the wilderness
we'll set up our abode
without the persecution
of men, I've turned
into a toad
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
They were like two peas in a pod
Holding hands
Exchanging tongues
Being prissy and laughing at those
Who long before saw their act
Though those two queers, they don’t see at all
They are midgets, and little, and erectly small
With puffed up chests
Stroking hens of the Cornish variety
All of them dregs of a social society
Slum lords and criminal minds
Under the sheets where no one sees
Which one is giving the other the shaft
**** and span they use after, oh so daft
One erotically whispered to the other
A Pain in the ***
As they kissed over their biblical wine glass
Seeking solace in each others arms
Licking their wounds with grammars charm
Grown men, committing sin after sin
Then blaming others for saying
God wants you to begin
Acting like men
And not emancipated boys
Stop diddling and twiddling
Leave alone your petite toys
One day Jehovah will make clear
Belittle others is worse than Queer
Little queens swallowing their own vile
While Ladies and Gentleman laugh
At the ****** and the Clown
In their lingerie and gown
God decried, let those two drown
Even Lucifer laughed under his frown
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
Appreciation is showed for the marching band by how many horns are honked while cars drive by on the nearby road
Or almost stepping on small baby Toads on the walk to your car
In the middle of the night
Sleep deprived
It's okay, we wouldn't want it any other way
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
I know her intimately and not at all,
Her fragrance infiltrates, chases me,
A whiff off the tips of my fingers,
The smell of her is hunger,
It makes me wont to wolf and devour,
Her flush on the flat of my tongue,
Her angel whisper,
Our quiet choir a pleasure,
A harmony,
A crescendo until we seed and mute.
Between us,
Our damp swap,
A no man’s land,
A moist design,
The map of lust.
The art of love is always,
In its stains.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
They creep me out.
Those sticky-out veins in your neck,
the way they stretch like pythons’ tongues
as if they’re going to snap –
they’ll snap.
Like elastic,
they’ll snap
(just the thought …)
They creep me out,
the fact that they’re so FLESHY
and for some reason,
remind me of goats’ beards
and stringy turkey necks
(I don’t know, but,
just the thought …)
They creep me out.
I’ve got the weird feeling that
they could be snipped away by silver scissors
like loose threads.
They’ll snap.
Like elastic.
They’ll snap.
Stretching,
Stretching
(just the thought …)
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC