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The Good Pussy Jul 2016
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Edna Sweetlove May 2015
EDNA:  I believe you recently had a gay little adventure, Vladimir. So why don’t you tell me all about it? I can see you are simply dying to get it off your chest…

VLADIMIR:  Well, Edna, it happened like this. I hadn't cruised the ***** toilet in the park for months and I was ******* randy, absolutely dying for a really good session, so I thought I'd go along here after the pub shut and see what was up, see if there was any ******* ******* action. I wore some **** ****** under my jeans, you know the sort of stuff: red open crotch *******, suspenders and black fishnet stockings. My **** kept dribbling as I was in the pub, just thinking of what might happen down the toilet.  At closing time, I left the pub, my carrier bag in my hand, with a big anticipatory bulge in my pants.

EDNA [gulp]  And then what happened, Vladimir, dear?

VLADIMIR:  Once I got to the toilet, I was surprised there was no one inside, but there were a few nearby shadows in the park, people smoking cigarettes, walking round, looking for it.  Once in the toilet, I selected the cleanest cubicle and took off my jeans and shirt and put them into the carrier bag. I replaced my normal shoes and socks with the white high heeled women's shoes I had waiting in the carrier. Then I waited in the cubicle for someone to come into the toilet.

After only a few moments, I heard footsteps and I looked under the door to see who was there at the ******.  It was a short muscular looking man wearing jeans and Doc Martens. I could see he wasn't *******, but just standing there, though I couldn't see his face. I opened the cubicle door and he turned around to see who was there, so I opened the door wide open so he could see me standing there in the stockings, suspenders and silk ******* with my stiff **** sticking out of the hole in them.

He was about forty and very butch looking with close cropped hair and I could see his **** hardening as he looked at me.  I went over to him and took his **** in my hand and he grabbed hold of mine and started rubbing it.  I got down on my knees and took his short, fat, uncircumcised **** in my mouth; it tasted salty and ******* gorgeous. He grabbed hold of the back of my head and forced his **** deep down my throat nearly making me gag.  I could smell the odour of his ***** hair and I loved it.  He said, "Keep ******* it, you ***** ****, or I'll pull your ******* head off." I loved him talking ***** like that to me.

EDNA [getting a bit excited]  That seems very bold of you both.  What happened next?

VLADIMIR:  In what seemed no time at all, I felt him tense and then I got an enormous mouthful of his hot *****.  I'd never known anyone come so much, he must have had a week's worth in his *****.  After he'd come, he took his **** out of my mouth, put it away and zipped himself up.  I started to get to my feet, but he pushed me backwards onto the filthy floor.  ‘You're lucky I don't knock your face in, you ****,’ he said as he went out.  I love my men to be a bit rough with me, so I was very excited by this.  I half hoped he would punch me but he didn't.

EDNA: [wiping forehead] Well, that’s really very interesting. Did you go home then, dear, or were you still up for it, as the expression goes, Vladimir?    

VLADIMIR:  I got up and dusted myself down.  I could taste his come in my mouth, it was ******* delicious.  I was still incredibly excited, my **** was absolutely rigid and I knew I just needed to give it a couple of rubs and I'd shoot my ***, but I wanted more ***, and I knew once I came, I would just feel like going home.  So I went back into my cubicle and waited to see if anyone else came in.

After about five minutes I heard footsteps, followed by more footsteps again and I looked under the door a second time.  There were two men standing there and, by straining my neck, I could see they were groping each other.  One had one hand on the other's **** and his other hand on his **** and the other man was working on the first man's **** as well.  

I let the door open and they both swung round as they hadn't known there was anyone else in the toilet.  They saw me and looked relieved it wasn't a policeman lurking in there.  One was quite young, about twenty or twenty five, but he was a bit skinny and effeminate-looking.  The other one was much older, about fifty, but he was much better looking and I could see he had a huge **** on him.  I walked over to them in my **** rigout and joined in with the wanking.  They both started feeling my **** under my *******.

I turned round and bent over, my hands on the toilet cubicle doorposts, stuck my **** out invitingly and pulled my ******* down to my knees.  ’Why don't you **** me?’ I said, bold as brass.  The older man, the one with the big ****, left the young skinny guy and took up the offer I had made.  He undid his trousers and pulled his underpants down to reveal the full length of his enormous **** and his big hairy *****.  He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his ****, but he needn't have bothered because I had already lubed my **** when I was waiting in my cubicle.  

He slipped his big **** up my moist ******* without much difficulty and then started ******* me gently.  I told him to **** me harder, to **** me harder than he had ever ****** anyone in his life, so he started to really ram it up my hole.  God, I loved it.

EDNA [sweating with mounting excitement and unable to resist touching herself down there]  Mmmmm. I wish I’d been there to see that, I really, really do.  But don’t let me disturb your narrative flow, darling….

VLADIMIR:   Then the young skinny guy got down on his knees in front of me and took my **** in his mouth.  Each time the man who was giving it to me ****** hard into me, I jolted forward and rammed my **** deep into the skinny guy's mouth.  I was moaning with ecstasy as I got ****** and ****** by two complete strangers.  The guy with the big **** couldn't last long and soon shot his load up my **** and as he did it he said, ‘O Christ, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm shooting my ***** up your ******* *******.’  This made me incredibly excited and I came off in the younger man's mouth.  The skinny youngster was wanking his own **** as he knelt in front of me and I know he came as I felt the ***** splashing on my stockinged legs.

As he removed his still fat **** from my gaping hole, a stream of the older man's ***** ran down my legs.  He said he wished his wife would let him **** her in the ******* like that.  I went to kiss him but when he smelled the ***** on my face from the butch one I'd ****** off earlier, he wasn't having any of it and left with a mumbled goodbye.

The younger man had now got to his feet and was standing in front of me as he buttoned himself up.  He said ‘We can wait a few minutes and then we can do it again if you like.  I'd love you to **** me, you've got a lovely ****.’  But it was no good, the magic had passed and I told him to ****** off.

So I went back into the cubicle, got changed back into my ordinary clothes and left the toilet.  I could feel ***** oozing out of my ******* and I could taste the first load in my mouth still.  I had a smile on my face. It had been a great night out.

EDNA:  [removing her hand from inside her ******* as unobtrusively as possible and trying to disguise the fact she has just had a cataclysmic ******]  Wow, that’s really a very exciting story. It’s made old Edna quite hot and bothered. You really are a very naughty boy, Vladimir.

VLADIMIR: Would you like me to tell you about what happened to me in the old cinema down by the docks?

EDNA: [still throbbing a bit] No, dear, that will be the subject of another interview. We don't want to over-excite our readers, do we?

*THE END
Archer Apr 12
I push you up against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little harder than expected. You can feel the want in my forcefulness. My hands run up and down your body and arms. They find your hands and our fingers intertwine. I pull your hands behind your back and yank you into me. I lean in and you feel my warm breath on your neck before my lips and tongue. I let go of one of your hands and put mine on the back of your neck as I clumsily pull your mouth against mine. I pull your other arm up above your head with you still pressed against the wall. One hand presses against the middle of your chest so I can feel your heartbeat, strong and hard. Our mouths and tongues exploring each others. I pull up your shirt and you raise your arms and take it the rest of the way off. I quickly pull mine off as well. My arms wrap around you. One of my hands finds its way up to your face/cheek and cradles it. I feel your warm body pressed against mine and its making me hard. Our kissing has slowed but become more passionate. The small breaks from kissing I run my thumb across your lips and tell you I want you. I look you in the eyes as I say it. I spin us around so I'm against the wall now and grab you by the waist of your pants fumbling to find the buttons. With a few of them undone you pull me toward the bed directly behind you. When you back into the bed you sit down with a small squeal and start to undo my pants. Your mouth finds my stomach and your tongue makes circles around it as you play with the buttons on my jeans. You can feel my ****, hard inside my pants. You hear me exhale and let out a low moan. You look up and before you can go any further I get down on my knees while smiling at you. I push you on your back and my hands go to your waist sides and start to pull off your pants one side at a time. I kiss your tummy and you feel my lips against your soft skin. Your pants now down below your knees. I pull them all the way off along with your socks. Neither of us wore underwear. You on the bed, on your back. Knees bent with feet on the floor. Nothing but your bra. The air is cool against your warm skin. Me kneeling in between your legs. No shirt, pants unbuttoned but still on. You feel me reach for your legs and I lower my head to your warmth. You are extremely wet already. You feel my mouth making its way down past your belly button. You quiver slightly. I throw your legs over my shoulders. You feel my cheeks against the inside of your thighs. You know whats coming. I can hear your breathing quicken and become more shallow. You finally feel my lips kiss your wet *****. My hands pull you down the bed into my tongue. You tilt your head back and close your eyes. I am licking you up and down slowly. Wide, broad strokes. I can taste you. Smell you. Its driving me on. You hear a muffled moan come from down there as I slide my tongue inside you for the first time. I lightly **** on you in between licking. You start to lose your train of thought. Your back slightly arches. You feel my hand slide down and under your leg. I stop to put my two middle fingers in my mouth all the way to the knuckle and cover them in both our juices. I slide them into you with the fingerprints facing the ceiling and go back to working you with my lips, tongue and hand. Every lick and every press of my fingers invites your hips to roll with me. We find a slow rhythm. Together, making you wetter and wetter. I keep my fingers inside you and softly bite the inside of your thigh. Then I lick all the way from the gentile bite mark back to my fingers still inside you. I tell you "I want you to *** for me." I tell you "I want to taste you." "I want you to *** on my mouth." You answer with a small whimper "umhm". Your hips are moving faster. Grinding harder. My hands are being rougher. My mouth pressing harder against you. I **** on your **** and play with it using my tongue. Squeeze it in between my soft lips. Your juices are rolling out of you, out of my mouth down between you making the blankets wet. You can hear another muffled request for you to *** for me from in between your legs but I wont stop licking you. You feel close to ****** and reach down to pull my hair. You pull my head into your sopping wet *****. I can feel your body clench up. You tell me you are going to ***. You tell me to keep going. Keep licking. Keep ******* you with my hand. I'm moaning in a low voice and you can feel the vibrations of it resonate through out your entire body.
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I slow the pace of my movements to give you some time to recover. You know I want more. The light in the room suddenly looks brighter and you shut your eyes. You can feel me slowly kissing your tummy, moving upwards. My hands reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. You throw it aside and run your fingers through my hair. I take your breast in my mouth. As much as I can fit. I lick under it and around your *******. Playfully biting. My hands push them up and you can feel me play with them as my mouth completely covers the other one in your *** and my saliva. I move up in between your legs, still slightly shaking from your ****** a few minutes ago. Your hands touch my face, brush my messy hair back away from my forehead. You look into my eyes. You see lust. You see me as you have always seen me in your head. The hazel eyes, dashing almost violently, looking around you. Wanting to take you all in. Making mental notes of you. You close your eyes again and pull my mouth to yours. You kiss me deeply with a passion shared only between our hearts and imaginations. Your hands reach down and start to pull off my pants. I help and within twenty seconds they are on the floor beside yours. You feel all of me now. You feel the weight of me on top of you. You feel my breath on your neck and face as we kiss. You feel my lips, soft and swollen, pressed against yours. I **** on your bottom lip from time to time and its making it swell. You feel my arms beside you holding me up so I don't put all my weight on you. Your hands reach around and press against my back. You want me closer to you. You feel my chest and stomach against yours. Your legs are spread apart inviting me inside you. You feel my hard ****, the shaft sliding against your ****. Spreading apart your ***** lips. I can feel your wetness. It's soaking the blankets and sheets under but neither of us care. You can feel me pressing my hips hard against you. You know what I want. I want to be inside you. My mouth finds your ear and I whisper that to you as I lick it. You smile with joy. We have both been waiting for this for so long. You have already imagined what it would be like. We both have. You reach down and grab a hold of my long, hard ****. You stroke it up and down. You like the gurth of it. You feel my want as you tease it. You put the head against your ***** lips and wait for me to push it inside of you. I slowly ease it in. Only an inch or so before pulling it back out. You knew I was playful but this is torture. You grab onto it again and pull me into you as far as I'll allow. Again only an inch or so. You open your eyes. You make a moaning sound. Almost a whine. You want me inside of you now. You slide down a bit to better position yourself as to pull my **** inside you. Your legs wrap around me. You smile as you put the head of my **** inside you again and pull me inside you with your legs. I don't resist this time and let you have all of me. Deep inside you. You can feel me in your tummy. You didn't expect me to allow you to have it and you pulled me a little harder than you'd have liked. But the slight un-comfort for a second only makes you more aware of whats happening now. My mouth finds yours and my eyes are closed as I slowly draw my hard **** all the way out of your dripping *****, until it almost falls out again but right before that happens I slowly slide it all the way back in. And leave it there. Your legs while wrapped around me close slightly as to tell me not too deep. I oblige. You feel my pelvis with every ****** rub just above your ****. You feel my hands, both cradling your head, both full of your hair. I pull your head back slightly and expose your neck. I bite it. It hurts a little. You let out a yelp. I look at you to make sure you want more and your eyes tell me to keep going. My one hand fits around your neck from the front but doesn't apply any pressure. My thrusting quickens. I am not pulling out as far now. You let go of me with your legs and let them relax, spread open on the bed. You want me to have you. Take you. Your body loosens up a little and your bent legs open more for me. You want me to tighten my hand around your neck. Not hard. But lightly. You want to feel like I can dominate you. You want to feel like I'm taking you. I am telling you things as we make love like this. "I want you. I need you". I ask you if you like me inside you and you nod while making a quiet noise. I tell you I want you from behind.
I pull out and help you to roll over and get on your knees. I stand up on the floor right beside the bed. I put my hands on your hips and pull you toward me. You make your way over backing into me on all fours but I grab your hair and tug on it as to get you off your hands. I reach around and press my hand on your chest so you're upright on your knees. You back is arched slightly. You want me inside you again. I pull your hands behind your back, bent at the elbows so they are just above the small arch. I hold them there with one hand and again reach my other hand around and put it on your throat. You can feel me pressed against your back with my **** sliding in between your *** cheeks. Everything below your waist is soaking wet. I slide in to you from behind. You let out a loud moan this time. I tell you not to move your hands from behind your back. I whisper it to you as I bite your ear from behind. You can feel me inside you, the tip of my **** hitting in just the right place inside your ***** with every ******. I reach around with the hand that was holding yours behind your back and find your ****. I can feel my **** slipping in and out and I start to rub your **** with every ******. I can feel your soft *** hit my pelvis as I push into you. My other hand still on your throat is still holding you upright so your only on your knees. I can tell your body is getting fatigued and you want to lean forward but I still hold you up. My hand moves from your throat and claps a hand full of hair and I pull it back. You have no choice but to tilt your head back. I run my tongue all over your neck and around your collar bone. I love the way you taste and tell you so. I let go of your hair and wrap my arm around your neck this time. You disregard what I said about moving your arms from behind your back and both of them hold on to my fore arm that is against your neck. Im ******* you faster now. The sound of our bodies hitting is loud and wet sounding. You are moaning more and more. Louder and louder. I tell you to say "I want you to **** me" and you do. It drives me crazy to hear you say it and I start to slow my rhythm but make it harder. I let go of you and push you forward. Your face hits the bed and you turn on your cheek. I grab your hips and ****** hard, deep inside you. I reach down and spread your legs slightly before holding your hips again to pull you into my ****. I tell you I want you to *** again for me. I tell you to use your hand. You reach down and start to rub your **** as you feel my hard **** bounding in and out of your soaking wet *****. I keep telling you "I want you to *** for me" and its getting you closer and closer. We are both sweating and I can see it glistening on your back and some of your hair is sticking to the back of your neck. We are both breathing heavily. I tell you to tell me when you are going to *** and you half moan and half speak yes. I reach around as I ******* hard from behind and put my hand over top of yours and mirror every movement of your fingers. I can feel you getting closer and closer to ****** again. You tell me "Just like that" and I don't change anything about the way I'm ******* you. Your explosion is imminent
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I am sweating now and am pleased with you coming on my **** while it was inside you. I tell you I want to *** inside you. I lay on my back and pull you on top of me. Straddling me. you lean over and we kiss more passionately than ever. My arms hugging you. Wrapped around you. I tell you I want to *** inside you again and you nod and smile. You slowly work your way down my body with your mouth. kissing my neck first. Then my chest. Then stomach. You grab hold of my **** and hold it upright. You lick it up and down before placing it in your warm mouth. You hear me gasp quietly. You move up and down on it slowly with your mouth and you can feel it flexing every time you do. You rub the tip against your pouted lips. You can taste yourself on it. You tease me like this for a few minutes before I pull you back up to me so I can kiss you again while you straddle me. I reach down and slide my **** inside you. You are rocking your hips on it. You feel it inside you. I feel it inside you. I pull you close to me and you raise your *** up in the air slightly. Now you can feel me start to do some work. I am thrusting up. Up inside your hot *****. You don't know how much more you can take of this. I tell you "I love you" as I ******* from under your straddling legs. I reach up and hold your head with one hand on each cheek. I look you in the eyes. "I love you". We keep kissing but I'm making eye contact all the time. I tell you I'm going to ***. You sit up strait and start to rub your **** while you grind your hips on top of my with my **** deep inside you. I close my eyes. I reach up and touch your *******. I hold them in my hands. I can feel your hips rolling. It matches the waves of warmth building inside me. I tell you again "I'm going to ***" and you are almost at your ****** as I close my eyes and feel a warm wave wash over me. Everything flashes white for an instant and I pull you down to my mouth.
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You hear me moan out. I bite your neck but don't let go this time. You feel my warm fluid shoot inside you. You feel my **** pulse, the muscles forcing my *** out, deep inside your *****. There is a lot. The spasms of your ***** from your ****** make mine so intense I don't think it will ever end. You feel my tense body slowly start to relax. My **** still inside you, you lay on me and rest your head. I put my hand on the back of your head and slowly stroke your hair. Its stuck to both of us. We are both completely soaked with *** and sweat and saliva. Both our eyes are wide when open but they want to shut. If only for a minute. You're resting on my chest. We can feel our heart beats. They are the closest they have ever been at this moment. Both our hearts mere inches away from each other. They almost feel like they are beating as one. "I love you" leaves my lungs one more time as I drift off half asleep and half in Nirvana.
Mahatma Jones Feb 2015
Curse my **** for making the rules!
Curse my **** out of the best schools!
Curse the **** that’s been my main tool.
I could have been a dancer...

Curse my ****, willing to please me;
Curse my ****, it’s sick and it’s ******.
Curse my ****, when it’s hard I’m so easy.
I might have been a doctor...

Curse my **** for making me cruel!
Curse the **** that makes me a fool!
Curse my **** for blowing my cool!
I might have become king!

Curse my ****, so hard and so ruthless!
Curse my ****, it bites but it’s toothless!
Curse my ****, it’s god and it’s useless.
I could have been a poet..

Curse my **** for it is my ruler.
Curse the **** that will use me to ***** ya.
Curse my ****, or should I say “Hallelujah!”
(I could have been a woman…)
(c) 1985 PreMortem Publishing
HotSauceMcPoetry Sep 2015
Stunt ****

He can be your lover lady,  ima be your stunt ****. He can be your boyfriend mommy, ima be your stunt ****. He can be your husband ****, ima be your stunt ****, stunt **** fluid swap, yep when them ******* drop. Lights, camera, action ,I’m your stunt ****, stunt ****. Lights camera, action, I’m your stunt ****, stunt ****. Ima be your stunt **** girl and beat it up, yep ima beat it up, that man there can eat it up. We don’t need no scrip for this act or no monolog, you can adlib, improvise on my microphone. We can do the box spring boogie all night long, we can get *****, coz play like its Comic Con. Tag your girlfriend in, we can do a menajahtwa , pile drive that nannie, Macho Man Wrestle Mania. Petting that *****, Doctor Claw, go go gadget pennies, working your equation ,*** notation like a mad genius. If I nut prematurely , don’t you worry I got ******, it’s not superman, but stuntman with all the stamina, Ima beat it up like Van Dam   at the Comitia ,finger, lick and kiss each other while I *******. It’s ocean spray ,whale watching like in Monterrey.
The Good Pussy Dec 2014
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mannley collins Nov 2014
But that's not his name.
He really doesn't have a name.
For starters no name could even hint at what he means to me.
No name could get anywhere near his sheer visceral naked beauty.
No name could delineate the slim ripple of his muscles.
His beautiful stiff ****--oh so suckable and lickable.
No name could hint at the smell of the dried **** on his *****.
No name could begin to describe the taste of his warm fresh ***.
No name would fit the feel of the shaft of his perfect stiff **** in my fingers.
No name could describe the shade of lavender of his exposed **** head.
The way his **** head fits in my mouth.
The feeling on my tongue as I slide it along the full length of the shaft of his stiff ****.
I call him Ben.
Weve travelled the world together for nigh on 29 years now.
Ive ****** his **** in ,my imagination on most continents,as ive laid in the same room tossing myself off imagining being ****** by him every night and during every day..
Ive licked his *** filled ***** in Bangkok and Delhi and London and Amsterdam and Barcelona and Deia and Kathmandu and Bodh Gaya and York and Paris and Dharamsala and Amravati and oh so many other places.
Ive swallowed litres of his warm fresh ***.
Ive rained typhoons of kisses on his upturned face.
Ive tossed him off to ******* too many times to count.
Ive loved him endlessly.
I call him Ben .
His diamond sharp intellect.
His smirky smile that lights up his face.
His oh so tasty tongue flickering in and out of my mouth.
Licking my lips--wrestling my tongue to a standstill.
The taste of his saliva --like the sharpest sweetest nectar.
His arms that wrap themselves around my nakedness.
His hands that never fail to connect to my *****
no matter how dark the room.
His fingers that tease and ****** my throbbing testicles.
My lovely boyman--my lovely lover.
I call him Ben.
His fingers wrapped around the shaft of my stiff ****
like ivy on an ancient wall.
they seem to grasp my ***** member so deeply
its as if they live below my skin.
I call him Ben.
When I kneel in submission to him and lick his *** filled *****
I am elevated into the land of adjectives and superlatives.
When I cringe servilely at his feet licking the full length
of the shaft of his oh so stiff and perfectly shaped *****
I become just a tongue tasting his dried ****.
I call him Ben.
Oh I so love and adore the taste of his dried ****
coating the lavender helmet of his bell end.
When I slide the whole of the head of his hard *****
between my lips filling my mouth completely
I am turned into a human shaped jelly quivering
with the anticipation of swallowing the cream of his pre ***
flowing out of that divine slit.
I call him Ben
When his naked hips ****** his stiff **** down my throat
I feel divinely graced with unconditional love
and I realise he owns me.
I am his ****.
I am his Slave.
I await the whip.
I long for the sharp sting of the lash.
I need the tender chastisement that only Ben can give me.
I call him Ben and he is  my Master.
He tells me stand with my hands on my head
and I immediately comply with his order for I am his Slave.
His very own *******.
There to give him the pleasure he gets from whipping me.
There to offer all parts of my nakedness to the whip in his hand.
Why is Sado-Masochistic love with Ben so lovely?
Why is the pain of his whipping so soft and gentle and tender and stinging?
Why do I stand with stiff **** jutting out and ***** dangling
begging him--beseeching him to take advantage and whip it as he does?
Each stroke of his whip making my **** **** and bounce and sway
turning it red and so mildly painfull?.
I call him Ben and I love him.
Ive loved him for 29 years.
But alas he does not love me unconditionally..
When we are together he humiliates me and I love him more--for his weakness in being the Slave of the Mind and Conditioned Identity.
I love feeling inadequate when I am near to him.
I want him to humiliate me.
To be humiliated is to be humble.
I do not care what people say.
I love him.
I call him Ben.
But oh how I wish wish wish that he were like me.
Mindless and Conditioned Identityless.
He could be such a nice guy if he weren't such an *******.
Briano Alliano performing at Saturn cub rings


Hi dudes and welcome to Saturn club rings and this is where
You go and really party, my first song is, from the poor man to the ****

Gabba Gabba Gabba gab from the poor man to the ****
You see I want your money, baby from the poor man to the ****
Gabba Gabba Gabba gab I want to rob you dry
Cause your got money and opportunities and I have got nothing oh no
I wish I wish I wish wish I had money from a well-paid job
Because I am poor I am stuck trying to struggle to find my path in life
I don't really like  disability work they treat you like such ****
Sitting in their big jobs not giving a **** of what I need to say
Gabba Gabba Gabba Gabba Gabba Gabba gab says the poor man to the ****
I want Heaps of your money says the poor man to the ****
Please gimme all of your cash, said the poor man to the ****
And if you try and be a young dude, the other young dudes call you a Woosey or a ****
I want the ****** rich ***** to fucken gimme a go
Instead of just using me as a target to a tease
I don't want to be yelled at just because I am from a rich family
I prefer to be left alone to do my art in peace
Gabba Gabba Gabba Gabba says the poor man to the ****
I wish you would give your loot, says the poor man to the ****
You see as I watched the footy last night, they told me Sydney were the worst
But at least they won in 2005 and 2012, they are best team in the land
Go the mighty Sydney swans said the poor man to the ****
So, the mighty team, they lost last night, fro, the poor man to the ****

Ok dudes I have told you, how much I want to help the poor, I am a cool dude
Who wants to party, here is a song called, hey mr cocky man

Hey mr cocky man what are you going to give me today
I can tell you I would like $1-000-000, yeah that will make me glad
I have more good ideas of helping the poor than you will ever had
Because I know what they want, because I look past the Yelling
Thinking there must be a reason why they are getting cranky, dude
Because I want to help them, and not get fought by them
So I will offer them a little bit of my cash, and then
Say, I will give them a homeless man's hotel
Where they can round the clock care and room service, mate
And a bar to get ****** in,and before you ask me,do they deserve it
I will say,yeah they do, they deserve it more than the rich
Because the rich go to the hotels every weekend
And poor young dudes like me have only got to do that once or twice
You see, I don't wanna be Called a ****, I am not a kid
I am a man who has reasons to help the poor, because they are really suffering, man
They feel need to yell at people who Are here to help them oh yeah
Because the big fat rich ***** doesn't fucken well give a toss
So, hey mr cocky,man, when are you going to give us money
You see if I was in that same situation I would give it to them
I would give them a million, if I had a million to spare that is
That Tony Abbott doesn't care no way
You see, I am an adult who loves to give the poor people a go
Better than those rich conservative stock market junkies
I know, it's good to invest in money, but there are too many poor people around
Suffering like they shall, nobody understands how
Except for me the Poor people are under a spell to the rich

Hi and now we have a song called I would love to give money to Duncan

I would love to give money to Duncan
I would love to give money to Dunc
I would make sure he has what he wants
Like clothes and food, yeah maybe a beer to get drunk
You see poor people really suffer
So what we need to do is this
Is giving money to to Duncan
Cause he is our friend
I would love to give money to Patrick
I would love to give money to him
If I had a million to spare, but if he was suffering
I would drop a $2 coin in the tin
Yeah that'll make him happy
And everyone will be happy yeah
I would love to give money to Patrick cause he wants a beer
I would love to give money to Harry
Yeah he needs it yessiree
You see I feel very sorry for him
Because day in and day out, he is suffering
We really need to help Harry
To make the atmosphere so great
We need to give money to Harry
Cause he is a good mate

Ok dudes, now we will tip methane on everyone who doesn't give a rats ***


Sent from my iPad
Ricky Rose Dec 2011
Here we are just me and you our emotions boiling like stew for each other as we gaze at one another. I approach you standing before you in ****** thought. Studying your beautiful **** figure so innocent in your taunting  poise. I give you my crooked smile with a raised brow. Wanting to show you if not everything I know how. Everything that's not allowed. Now I take you boldly and without warning close to me.

Pressing my lips to yours overlapping each others. My lips almost curl to yours as I enclose over your mouth like a puzzle piece fitting in place. I close slightly to interlock our mouths passionately head tilted to complete the exchange. My tongue exploring your mouth teasing your tongue to play. Ever so long we kiss as we wrap our arms tightly around each other. Not wanting to let go.

Inevitably my arms loosen only to grab your sides my hand slipping down beneath your pants swaying slowly as a tree limb in the faint wind. Fingers expanding apart into your ******* like the tentacles of a sea creature over your patch of ***** hair above the sweet lips of your ******. Longest finger going threw the folds feeling your **** harden. You start to moisten with every touch I give to you playing with your *****. I stop only to have my lustful kisses go to your cheek, on your neck my lips as a suction cup feeling the warm pules of the blood beating in your jugular vain.  Tasting the salty sweat on your skin ******* the blood to your skins surface I leave my mark as a vampire on your neck. My **** hardens unbarringly wanting to escape the in closer of my jeans. I push you on the bed of seduction caused by your temptress ways!  We feverishly tear off one an others clothes all while caressing and pressing ourselves to each other.

My eyes exploring your **** body every curve and shape it brings so lovely in its beauty. It's form can not be duplicated. I stare into your eyes hands at each of sides the prettiest face Ive ever seen on a girl. I left your head close to me as I lay over you. My lips going for more of you. My body nudging between your legs you spread them apart slightly I balance over you as if I was reading myself for push ups. We can't stop making out I go to your ear kissing your lobe flicking and nipping the bottom of your ear.

My body slides down a little further as I explore you. Going to the finest breast Ive seen. Shape just right I circle  my hand around and over it feeling your ******* hard between my fingers. I massage them firmly and lightly. Kneading them in my hand I start to Kiss and suckle them playing with your ******* in my mouth. Teasing them ******* on hard and softly with the hot and cool air as I breath and blow on them.

I raise up a little kissing further down your body as your legs spread more before me.I adventure to your belly kissing your belly button in a playful manner tickling you. Hearing your cute giggles laughing so soundly sweet. Now at the entrance of the ***** I french kiss your ****** in a romantically way. My lips pressed to your *****. Licking you rubbing my tongue threw the folds and over the pearl that is your ****. Turning my head back and forth as I bury my face more between your thighs as you push my face up to it wanting me. You lift up spinning around to sit on my face. Sliding your self to and fro as your ***** mounted on my lips. Thighs against my ears. I Lick and lick  kiss and kiss in all manner of ways I **** on your ****. Turning over you grab my **** kissing up an down the shaft of my ****. Kissing the head of my ***** your mouth engulfs my **** ******* on me rubbing me squeezing my ***** with your hand playing and exiting me only as you know how. I continue to make out with your special spot while grabbing your *** cheeks and spanking you playfully. spinning around like two serpents
mating. I have you down back on the bed.

My **** hard as its ever going to be in this moment of lust, passion, and ecstasy. I insert myself and enter you sliding my **** in the entrance of the begging of life. Feeling your warm wet ****** around my hot ****. You gasp and moan inhaling and exhaling with every push and release of me in you. Faster and faster I go exploring your insides every which way probing you with every inch. We are at a rhythm of love making. Kissing caressing my movements are like a crazed caterpillar crawling in its way. I tug at your hair as I'm going back and forth inside you. We spin around once more to have you ride me. Back forth up and down. I buck you like a wiled horse. Lean up to you kissing you between your breast. Playing with them once more. In the moment of ****** you ****** uncontrollably scratch my back. We turn over and I lay you back down once more never exiting you keeping that good rhythm inside you. Alas I pull out as you cant take no more only to roll you over on your back side and protrude your tight ***. My **** swelling once more. You tighten your *** cheeks while I'm inside you again. I vigorously pound against you as I did in your *****. My hands massaging your back as I press against you leaning over to kiss and cress your back with my face. I pull your hair on your head with one hand playfully. With the other I massage your neck. Now with both hands I go to your shoulders and pull your body closer to mine. I *** in your *** as I came in your *****. Our breath exasperated from the pleasures of love we muster up the very little energy we have to shower and cleanse one another. So we can lay and cuddle in our bed of love with a kiss to fall asleep.
mannley collins Sep 2014
When I do not write poetry!
When I cant write poetry!

When all I can write is strings of meaningless associated  words
about my meaningless associated experiences
in  any of my meaningless associated lifetimes.
Spent committing meaningless associated actions.
Avoiding meaningless associated people with their
meaningless associated GroupMinds.
All meaningless without the Isness of the Universe's hand in mine.

Wandering through life with few companions.
Clad in yellow  dust.
Doing my Raja Yoga practices.
Doing my Tantric Yoga practices.
Doing my Bhakti Yoga practices.
Doing my Gnana Yoga practices.
Doing my Karma Yoga practices.
Doing my Hatha Yoga practices.

Raja Yoga.
waking--sleeping--sitting --lieing--standing--walking--running--eating--*******-swimming--r­ock climbing-trekking the  high  Himalayas---and always doing deep nasal Kriya Yoga breathing as I contemplate the passage of my days and nights and seek the answer to the eternal question of --
Who am I?.
Who am I?.
Surely not the vain and deceitful Mind?
Am I really a small but equal individual,independent,nameless,formless,genderless and non physical individual Isness formed from the Isness of the Universe?.
An individualIsness chasing after being in the
ultimate state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe.

Tantric Yoga.
Doing various sweaty and pleasure filled acts of ***  with male or female or femboy or boygirl or ******* or pansexual or anyone I fancy with a **** or a ****--and a minimum of love.
My stiff **** in a ****.
A stiff **** in my mouth.
A stiff ****  in my *******.
My stiff ****  in an *******.
*** dribbling down the inside of my legs.
*** dribbling down my chin--all over my face.
Licking wet swollen **** lips.
Licking swollen *****.
Always aiming to arouse ******--to turn on Kundalini.
To reach out and touch the hem of the Isness of the Universe's robe

Bhakti Yoga.
Singing and dancing and painting and glassperlenspiel and cooking and laughing and crying and playing----.
Saxophones and clarinets and flutes and drums and  stringed instruments and the "fool".
Especially my beloved Selmer Alto Clarinet--curved like a
serpent drunk  on life
But the greatest of my instruments is-the "fool".
Foolish for life.
Foolish for unconditional love.
Foolish for to make people laugh.
Foolish for believing that I can solve the riddle of "who am I"?.
All for the delectation of the Isness of the Universe.

Gnana Yoga.
Reading books and pamphlets and essays and sutras and suras and verses and scribbles on grubby pieces of paper.
Searching for that elusive string of associated words that tell me that an honest woman or man passed this way before me.
Not a worshipper of any "god" or "goddess" or any other Celestial being made by the Isness of the Universe to mask  its innocence.
No enlightend beings for me-oh no!.
No buddas for me-oh no!.
No beings in Gnosis for me-oh no!.
No avatars for me--oh no!
No sons or daughters of any "god" or "goddess" for me --oh no!
Just a person,*** irrelevant but compulsory, that had realised,existentially, for a brief moment that they too are a part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.

Karma Yoga.
Every act I commit adding or subtracting from that accumulation of
Karmas,good and bad or neutral, from every lifetime I have lived.
Boy you gonna carry that weight!!.
Roll that boulder up the hill.
Only ever making Neutral Karma.
Beyond the deceptions of Duality or Non-Duality.
Neutral Karma that only arises
by practising the Six Fundamental Yogas.
But not as an obsession or a lifestyle choice.
Hey Isness of the Universe-give me a helping  hand here!

Hatha Yoga.
Keeping my current body healthy enough so I can
do all other five of the Six Fundamental Yogas.
Cooking million star meals.
No 5 star chefs in my houses.
Eating Organically and drinking water from lifes many springs.
A green leaf salad every day
Taking part in the exercise of living.
No contortions or posturing for me.
Ha! the ingoing breath.
Tha! the  outgoing breath.
Breathing set as conditioned reflex--living on automatic.
Random deep nasal breathing--waking and sleeping.
Dreaming of the Isness of the Universe.
Waking up in the Isness of the Universe's arms.
Feeling the Isness of the Universe's breath on my fevered brow.
Listening to the Isness of the Universe murmuring in a billion billion different ways--
I love you.

Hearing the Isness of the Universe say--
I breathe through your nose and lungs.
I smell through your nose.
I see through your eyes and insightfulness.
I look through your eyes.
I lick the  juice of **** or **** with your tongue.
I taste Vanilla Ice-Cream with your tongue.
I blow a wet **** or stiff **** with your mouth.
I breathe life into the Alto-Clarinet with your mouth.
I touch nakedness of others with your fingers.
I feel the Void with your fingers.
I wake into consciousness at your urgent voice.
I spring into life at your very step.
I experience all through your body.
I experience existence through your life.
I love unconditionally through being
loved unconditionally by you.
I am humble before you.
My beingness is  exalted by your humility
Your beingness is exalted by my humility.

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It's a **** count down on Rockies ranch
Rock's got the list
and Clancy's got the **** counter
listen to Rock sing his favorite song
good old Cockity ****
to see how many heads pop up
time is a ticking
counting all those chickens
so cockity ****
get them heads up
my lovely *****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
kirk Mar 2016
Being called a ****** is something I don’t mind
In fact it's really okay and it's rather kind
I don't think it is offensive or even a sick joke
What’s a man supposed to do without a **** to poke
Okay he could stick his **** between two bits of Spam
But he really needs a hot moist **** to be a real man
If her *****'s on the blob he could settle for an ****
The ******* of both these holes simply is pure class

There are guys who prefer a **** and like a manly ***
A tighter hole maybe prefered to make those fellows ***
To **** a bloke if you're straight is an equivalent to a slum
Or even a taboo ****** act like ******* your own mum.

Manly ***** and dangly parts are really not for me
I don't bend to hairy **** it's not where I would be
Girly ***** and smoother bums is what I want to see
I'd rather **** my own **** than **** a guys jacksy

Pulling a huge Horses Plonker only fools like Rodney Trotter
Or Blind Wizards with broken glasses like Harry ******* Potter
Don't **** on your **** to hard you may just *** a cropper
Especially if you ***** up in a helmet belonging to a copper.

I would never bash the bishop what would the churches say
To find me with a spunky hat and that their faiths turned gay
We don't want ***** clergymen who **** on the silver tray
Vicars ******* choir boys keep those cassock fanciers at bay

I would'nt choke the chicken because I don't think I could
But the staff at Kentucky Fried Chicken they probably would.
They would lick your ***** up because its finger licking good.
And use their special wipe up towel to clean up your manhood.
With its lemon fragrance you will have good smelling wood.
Around your shaft and helmet and beneath your ******* hood.

Would I ever yank my plank like the pirates of the seas
The extention of my log when I'm on my ******* knees
My hand around my fishing rod and giving it a squeeze
Using a hand action to squeeze out my cream cheese
*** is flowing down my shaft like honey from the bees
I'll keep pumping on my rod and creaming in the breeze

Have you ever seen those fellows praying down at the synagogue ?
From their own expressions they've been flogging their own log
Take a look at their robes the bottom stained with their eggnog
Either that or they have been ******* some old scruffy dog
I don't think that they bothered their heads are in a fog
With all that ******* worship they would **** a big fat hog

So I'm slowly warming to it but maybe when I'm ******
And I can't get no ***** and its the last thing on my list
I may take myself in hand my **** clutched in my fist
Then I may consider having a swift one of the wrist
If you end up watching then please excuse the mist
I'll carry on with the hope that my **** gets kissed

Because Wanking is an activity that in all honesty all men do
Something that comes to hand when you can't get a good *****
When your **** gets harder and we think of god knows who
We grab our piece of man meat and imagine that *** stew

I'll  have to keep on wanking I can never get enough
Off all that lovely ***** because finding it is tough
Nothing is more satisfying than diving in the ****
Legs open wide will always be something I will stuff
Instead of wanking I would rather stick it up your chuff
But I'll probably end up looking  a bit scraggy and ruff

So I will keep on going until my **** is old and worn
With all that ******* wanking whenever I get the horn
Popping my sweet cornels just like children of the corn
Watching ****'s and ******* or granny ******* ****
Kitty Prr Sep 2013
I want a lover.
Someone to share an intimate touch.
To bask in their presence.
To feel their body.

I want to bring a man joy.
To see the peaceful smile grow
As I gently stroke his chest,
As I kiss his lips, his cheek, his ear, his neck.

I want to feel him hard against me
As my hand moves down his torso.
Closer and closer to his ever growing ****
And down the side of his groin and upper thigh.

I love the smell of a man's body as he gets more and more aroused.
I breathe it in as I kiss his chest
Quickly flicking my tongue over him here and there.
As I move down, touching, kissing, licking.

Finally I'd put my mouth to his hard ****.
I kiss the tip, quick flick of my tongue
Then kissing the shaft.
I give a lick from base to tip, while caressing with my hand.

I revel over how ***** he is for me
As I slip my mouth over his dripping tip.
Oh yes, release that pre-*** into my mouth
As I slide my lips down your **** and **** you.

And I release, pause, stretch out the pleasure.
I gently glide my fingers from your ***** to tip
While looking deep in your eyes, smiling.
Both of us enjoying each other's pleasure.

You would roll me on my back
Reciprocating the thrill I just gave you.
Gently stroking and caressing my breast, torso and wet *****.
Kissing and licking, increasing my excitement.

And the thrill as your head goes between my legs.
You lick my ***** and it pulses.
You **** my **** and I get even wetter.
My muscles tense with the thrills shooting through me.

You love my arousal as much as I love yours.
Your licking and ******* makes me so wet.
I am more than ready for your **** inside me.

You know it.
You slip your tongue inside me instead.
Bringing me to the edge before you raise up.
You slowly slide your body over me.

Your hard wet **** is perfectly positioned
To slide into my waiting ***** as you move up my body.
The feeling of having you inside me
Is more exciting than anything else.

As my warm ***** drips over your ****
I tighten and release my muscles
To milk every last drop of *** from you.
Waiting for the look that makes me hornier than ever, your *** face.

I love your pleasure, and knowing I affect you like that.
As you push deeper and harder into me
My once loud moans and cries of 'Yes' and 'Oh God'
Become muffled, caught in the breathless ecstasy.

Yes, yes... YES!
You ***, squirting your beautiful *** deep inside me.
I few flicks and I ***, dripping all over your twitching ****.

Oh yes
Pos *** bliss
Hold me
And let me smell our powerful ******* on you.
Yes I do realise the many flaws in this, not really a poem, but you should see how messy my writing got about half way through.  And typing was interesting!  So yeah, not great form, grammar, text etc.
Marcus Collins Dec 2019
I enter the room, you have been waiting for me. You sit on a straight back chair in the middle of the room with your hands folded in your lap.  


You are naked. As I approach you lower your eyes. I command you to look at me and hesitantly you raise your head. The room is dark but I see a slight glimmer from around your neck as the light of the moon hits your collar. I come to you and wrap your hair in my hand as I raise you from your seat. I whisper softly in your ear that you are a good girl for wearing it. My breath in your ear sends a shiver down your spine. You can tell by the hardness of my **** pressing into your back that I am excited to see you, at this point you are not sure if I am here to punish you or make love to you, perhaps both. When I finish whispering in your ear I reach up and grab your breast roughly in my left hand squeezing it tightly as I also pinch your ****** between my thumb and forefinger. My lips and teeth alternate between slightly ******* and gently biting your neck. The hand that was squeezing your breast and pinching your ****** now slides up to your neck and pins you against the wall with you on your tip toes just barely able to breath. I kick of my shoes and with my free hand I loosen my belt and begin to remove my clothes.


As I look into your face you struggle for breath and your eyes are beginning to close. When my pants are off I lower you until you are standing flat footed and my **** is pressing into your belly. I grab the hair on both sides of your head and begin to gently kiss you. I look into your eyes baby girl and I tell you that you are a good little ****, you smile and gasping for breath you say thank you Daddy. I lower you to your knees and you eagerly take my **** into your mouth. It is warm and hard and pulsing as you slide your mouth back and forth over my shaft. While your ******* my **** I remove the rest of my clothes and then I take a hand full of hair at the back of your neck and start to force my **** down your throat. You start gagging as I begin to *** and my seminal fluids start to escape your mouth along with your saliva. I pull out of your mouth and have one last shot of *** that hits your face.

I pull you up to me and hold you close as I begin to rub my *** into your cheeks, your forehead, your neck and your *******. 

I raise you in my arms and carry you to the bed I throw you down on your belly and straddle your legs with the palm of my hand in your middle back holding you down. I see your gorgeous *** laying still before me, I raise my hand and slap one check, you cry out that it is too hard Daddy, you squirm as I raise my other hand and I grab the hair at the nape of your neck and hold you still. I raise my free hand and slap your other cheek leaving 2 perfect palm prints marking your *** as mine. 


I can feel the heat rising from the welts as I bring you closer to me and slide my **** into your silky sweet *****. I grab a handful of flesh from each hip as I use them to slide you back and forth on my thick pulsing ****. I take the ******* out and slide it into your hand as I rhythmically pump my body in motion with yours I grab your hair again and pull you close to me arching your back just right where the angle of ******* of my **** into your yoni makes you start to moan in concert with our motion. I reach around and gently stroke your inner thigh and lightly brush your ***** with my knuckles as we rock back and forth.  


I feel you start to tighten and I slide my hand to your throat. You begin to shiver and shake as the breath leaves you, you are cuming as you become light headed and I begin to *** in you as your body convulses with waves of pleasure I let go of your throat and I collapse on to you completely spent. I stay there holding you close to me until you begin to stir as you do I start to take you over and over again until we are both spent physically and emotionally. You come to me in the end and curl into my arms to spend the night. 


The whole time I was taking you, you had the power to get away. Never once did you whisper, not once did you cry out, at no time did you whimper the word butterfly. A simple word that would have given you immediate release and comfort. Even the word mariposa would have set you free. I ask myself why, but then I already know the answer. I live in your heart, I own your soul, and now you have given your body to me
Turtle Eyes Aug 2014
I want to sneak up behind you and grab you
I want to slowly unbutton you blouse as I kiss the back of your neck
I want to undo your bra, exposing your perfect *******
I want to kiss your neck and **** on your ear as I slide one finger up and down your ***** slit and oinch your rock hard *******
I want to rub your ****, making your body vibrate
I want to **** tease your ****** with my tongue before ******* your amazing **** as I slide my finger slowly inside you
I want to lay you down and feed you my throbbing **** as i continue to slide my finger deeper and faster, rubbing your **** until you explode
I want to rub your juices all over your ******* and areola and ******* as I continue to slide my **** down your throat until I  explode down your throat
I want to slide between your legs and seperate your ***** lips with my fingers before I slide my tongue slowly inside you
I want to continue to lick your sweet *****, making your body quiver and your back arch as I alternate between licking, lapping and *******
I want to slide one finger inside your tight *****, feeling your muscles tighten around my finger and one finger in your tight *** as I focus all my attention on your **** with my masterful tongue, lapping soft and slow, then hard and fast until I feel you ready to explode
I want to **** your **** just as you begin to ****** and your bury my head into your sweetness, nearly drowning me in your juices
I want to stand over you and slide my throbbing **** up and down your *****, slapping your **** with my swollen head
I want to look you deep in your eyes as I slowly enter you, becoming one with you, rubbing your **** as I continue to pump myself deep inside you, watching your amazing **** bounce with each ******
I want to kiss you passionately as ******* hard and slow until you *** all over my pulsating ****
I want to stand up, taking you by your hair and put you on your knees so you can taste your ***** juices off of me
I want to bend you over and slide my hard **** deep inside you from behind as I spread your *** cheeks and lightly spank your beautiful ***
I want to tease your *** with my thumb as I ******* slowly from behind
I want to work my thumb into your *** as I begin to ******* deeper and harder until I grab your hips and pound your ******* until I feel you ready to *** again
I want to explode with you, filling your ***** with my load as you continue to cream all over my ****
I want to collapse onto the bed with you, wrapped in each others arm, completely naked and satisified, until....  26
David Leger Dec 2013
These words they cannot be rewritten to bright beat the minds of pop culture fiends
Against the steel wall of the infinite Hollywood signs, dripping blood,
Until the creative mind is bled dry.

Then working the street corners to pay the corporate copies far too much for a strip tease by a fat transvestite, night after night;
But we never realize there is no end,
No end to the ***** **** being shoved down our throats —
Though we think there will be a ***** at the end;
Except there's just ***** hair stuck in our teeth,
And along the way we've forgotten what it is like to have an empty mouth,
Without **** coming out of our mouth and *******,
Such that now it feels right.

Look up at the man in a suite holding the camera,
Like the attention you get from the broken world. 

One man ***-***** another then gets ***-****** himself;
Then bumped further in by a third,
Till the world is united by **** and *******.
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Max Vale Oct 2017
The Peacock and the ****,
Went a' walking.
Says the Peacock,
"What shall we do on this fine day?"
The **** said,
"Why not find some bread?"
So off they went.

The Peacock and the ****,
Went a' wandering.
Says the Peacock,
"Alas my friend,
I do not see any bread"
The **** replies,
"What a shame,
Let us retreat to the barn again,"
So off they went.

The Peacock and the ****,
Went a' ambling.
Says the Peacock,
"Alas the sun has come up,
We have wasted our day"
Replies the ****,
"For you yes,
But boy did i get some exercise"
So off they slept.

— The End —