"kleen" poems
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the kush plants glisten,
and reggae bawts listen
To smell, burning kush all day
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every ***** blunt I roll
May your days be reggae and kleen
And may all your Christmases be green
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
That curvy, **** body
Can't keep my hands off you
That smoldering, maroon rouge
Keeps my eyes riveted on you
That ample, splayed mouth of yours
Allows me to swallow out that life giving liquid
That immense, cavernous cavity
That keeps in whatever I fill you up with
I may be rough with you
But I'll always love you
My Kleen Kanteen
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Tidy kleen
Ma hair gleams
Ma boy seems
Likke just a dream
But I love him
He make me melt
I guess I shuld kuntinue
To give him myself
Dis momma don play,
Dis momma will stay
Even if I mess up wit him
Dis momma is OK
And today
I will be his womans,
Bekause I'm real momma
And baby boy know it.
Even if baby boy don't wan me
This baby girl to him
Wil show it.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
The actual advertisement in “Ireland’s Own” Men Seeking Women columns read as follows: "Lone farmer – Born on Christmas Day - solvent - Has traditional values - Seeks a hefty lady from 40 upwards - Photographs exchanged. Kilmacat, Limerick 00649280942"
A Christmas Card with photo arrives. The farmer gets a call...
Hefty Lady: Happy Birthday!
What are your cows like?
Farmer: Funny you should ask -
they are known as laughing stock.
Unable to produce young. Anti-bull.
HL: Can you promise there will no
secrets between us?
F: Can’t say for sure.
The potatoes have eyes,
the corn has ears.
HL: My photo makes me
look like the Venus de Milo.
F: I noticed. You've got no arms.
You won't do. I need a heavy lifter.
HL: My arms are out of
the photo because I’m lifting..
F: What weight are
you lifting?
HL: 128 kilos -
Kleen & ****** –
world record.
F: Is that the name
of a tractor?
HL: Nien!
F: What’s your name?
HL: Bertha Eva Tunne.
Farmer: I want to see your calves.
Hefty Lady: I will bring them with me.
Farmer: Happy Christmas!
The plane tickets are in the post.
Tobias
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC