"pampers" poems
Yes Spring has come to the land,
Mother Nature has shed her coat,
time to get off the couch and do what matters most. Live and have fun!
So I am out catching up on the chores and second duty, granddaughter watch,
prune here, rake there, now where has that little tike gone?
Perhapes if I give these little hands something to occupy,
why the best thing is a little water, yes that will bring a smile.
So here is the battle ground as the scene unfolds.
She has a little pail, I have the garden hose.
Her duty, quite simple,place some water on the plants,
end result however, water on PawPaw's pants!
So only to even the score, mind you no harm intended,
was to give the little tike a squirt and the battle would have ended.
Oh no, not today! This little tink has got some guts!
Why with every squirt I give that girl, I get a pail of slosh!
So of course, being the elder here and quite mature I say,
I give that girl her monies worth and let out a real good spray!
Soon the chores are all forgotten and the plants need water no more,
end of the day I can say she may have even tied the score!
Wow how much water do these pampers hold?!
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Snail trail leading from mouth to heinous ****
let slugs undulate their way across my listerine lips
old jokes like S-Car-Go
and stuff inside me more variable and insuppressible
similar to Inspector Gadget
Matthew Broderick was my mentor
as a child
I am not in pampers any longer
4 P's of teens
***** petrol party and paycheck
that doesn't include pampers
I used to wade in my own ****
that's ******* disgusting to think about now
now an adult
still just wasting time
and wading through my own ****
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
At one
Life had begun,
I could walk,that was fun,
Always smothered with kisses,mummy's yummy bun.
At two,
I grew too,
Did everything I wanted to do,
Again and again,then undo,
Refused to go to the loo,
Loved to spill the shampoo,
Stubborn as a mule,
With tears, buckets of boo.
At three ,
I was free,
No pampers,mum in glee,
Went to loo to ***
Hated milk, loved tea,
Fell often, grazed my knees.
At four,
Could do small chores,
Wipe a spill on the floor,
For visitors open door,
My own clothes I wore,
A glass of water I could pour.
At five,
I was alive,
A queen bee in a hive,
I learned to thrive,
First time I learned to swim and dive.
At six ,
I was a bag of tricks,
Just for kicks,
Smart at solving conflicts,
Easily able to come out of a fix,
Clever and confident, teachers'
best pick.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its worth it....
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its perfect....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But Love is perfect....Yeah Love is worth it.
Yeah..Yeah..
Love is pain..
Love is care..
Love is scarce..
Love is wealth
Love is Jesus bloodshed..
Love hurts but its worth the fight..Yeah
Love is very hard to attain..It seems that love went MIA..or maybe I'm just going blind homie..I been searching tryna find it, where could it be..I don't know mane..but searching for it kinda made me weak..
Love is strength
Love is kind..
Love is the best high ever, Love is a feeling that we all need to acquire.
Without love there's no peace..
Without love there's no you..
Without love there's no me..
Love can't be bought but Love is richer than gold ,silver , & billions all combine together.
Love is what so many people need..
Love is unconditional..
Love is indescribable..
Love is why the sun come up..Love is why the sun goes down..
Love is why the moon shines so bright..
Love is why the stars are so beautiful at night..
Love saves a broken heart and pampers it..not tampers with it..
Aye..(love*3)..when I find you you are forever mines..real talk..for show..
Love is worth more than this world is worth dawg
I'm just letting ya know,Love is what got us all here in the first place, Thank you so much Jesus, Thank You So much Heavenly Father..Aye..Yeah
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its worth it....
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its perfect....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But Love is perfect....Yeah Love is worth it.
Yeah..Yeah..
Love can pull you down & tear you apart from the bottom to the top, but its all worth it, dawg its so **** perfect my ***** its all worth it Yeah..Uhh
Its worth more than being famous, its worth more than being rich , Yeah its worth more than the most luxurious crib, its worth more than the most luxurious whip..Love is worth more than the most luxurious jewelry.. Love is so precious , so if you get it then take care of it homie..Aye,..Love is everything to me.. Love washed all our sins, & Love took away all are pain..Thank You so much Jesus again for your heroic deed..Aye
Why is it so hard tryna find love, Aye, its harder than taking a calculus quiz dawg, & I been trying my best tryna past it, please help me Lord please..please I need your guidance..Aye..you can't buy love, no matter how much money you think you spending on it ..its only gained by trust dawg, Aye..
Where ya at love, where you been , I really want ya, I need ya bad..(love*4)....Yeah
Yeah love hurts so ******* much but Imma fein for it, no demon, I'm so addicted to the feeling bru, its like smoking on some good kush, its my medicine, I need love to help me unwind & relax Yeah.. So when I find love, Imma make love mines forever & ever dawg, ain't no running away from me Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its worth it....
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its perfect....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But its worth it....Yeah its perfect
Yeah..Yeah..
(Love hurts...Yeah*3)
But Love is perfect....Yeah Love is worth it.
Yeah..Yeah..
Where is Love at,..Yeah I been searching..
Aye, I need (love2).. & I want (love2).. So where you at (Love2)..Who you been with (love2)
Where the **** is love at,Where the **** has love been for so long man..
Yeah Yeah..Uhh
I want love..,Wheres it at, I can't find it..I need love shit..Where has it been at man, I been searching steady tryna guide it, but I can't find it so I'm still trying,.. Aye
I..I want love,..I..I need love where is love at..(Where the **** it been..
I can't find it..Wheres it at*3)
Love hurts yeah..but its perfect,
(Yeah its worth it2)..(Aye,I want love, I need love, where is love at,..2)..Aye
Where the **** has it been, please stop hiding from me love, I really need you, I'm so sad..Uhh..(Wheres it at..Where is love at4)..Aye..because its worth it, yeah its so perfect..Uhh...Yeah I need love, I want love but..(I can't find it,no2)..(Where is Love at *4)..(where the **** its at aye4)..its so perfect , its worth it, (love6)..(Yeah, love hurts but its worth it..2)..Yeah love hurts but its perfect yeah its so worth it..(Yeah love hurts3)..but its worth it, man its so perfect,.. (Love*7..Where the **** it been..
I can't find it..Wheres it at*3)
(Where the **** is it at..noo..I can't find it man*3)..(Where the **** is love at..*3)..nigga
I want it in my hands yeah I want love so bad man, I been seeking love for years & years chasing after it,..I been looking everywhere I'm going mad,..Uhh..Yeah
But its worth every mile of this journey that I have been hiking for sure I'm gonna find it, ..man its just so **** perfect Yeah man, its just so **** worth it, Love hurts yeah but its so **** perfect, Yeah its so **** worth it, Yeah..
I need (love2), I want (love2) so much..Yeah
I want (love2) , I need (love2) so my ***** I'm searching..
I need love, I want love my ***** Imma find it
(Yeah ***** Imma find it2)..(Love7)
Where the **** is it at...I need love Yeah I been searching & Imma find it..
Aye..
(Love*4)
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
She paints herself, to better blend in;
She pampers and softens,
she plans all the right moves.
She frets, ruffling her dusty feathers,
so battered and dull, the sheen lost
to empty restless nights alone;
alone and growing cold in the night.
She panics, blood rushing in waves,
crashing against her organs,
breath blown like strong wind.
She picks her clothes,
covers herself in shrouds;
she knows you will be looking.
She knows you will map her out;
the rivers and channels that create her landscape.
She paces, wondering if she will be
enough for you.
She only wants to be what you desire.
She wants to be the last thing you see
before you fall into sleep;
the memory you search for in your dreams.
She only yearns to have you coming back;
wishing to see more of her.
Be with her.
Love her.
Is this what we must do?
Morph into another, less wholesome,
creation of ourselves
to secure love and emotion?
How many forms can we take?
Is this just going to be a
battle;
a raging brutal clash of
shape-shifting and anxiety?
Are we just going to tally
the numbers of different self
we can create walking out
of bloodied bedrooms?
The scars of each transformation
hiding on secret patches of skin.
I’m running out of choices…
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Enchanted Evening
sipping iced lemon tea
the cooling sea breeze
refreshing, rejuvenating
dreaming on a hammock
under a coconut trea
enjoying the warmth of evening sun
just before the sunset
spending the last hours of the day
hours of standing, talking, writing...
now the time to relax
in a secret hideaway...
let the gentle wind massages your skin...
and pampers your day....
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
I saw Alischa
Big pregnant belly
Goin on her second baby
I saw her filling up her cart
with pampers and noodles
she was a kid once with me
we kissed when no one was looking
Sneaking into her house
But now she has a baby
And she is bulging again
I still remember
Her lip gloss pink and soft
The way her skin looked
Through the window
Laughing on the street
our fist shakey-handed attempts at
Love
-My grandma used to say
You can take the girl out of the trailer park......
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
I tear through your imagination, your fear to reveal you past with me, your flesh in spirit. You talk to me through prayers. I listen. All the pain is gone that was destroying you through life. I miss your smile. It’s like I closed my eyes and opened them and you were no longer there cuddling me. I am no longer running around in pampers, your little lightskinned girl who you loved. The girl you watched sesame street with I dropped to the floor as if there is an abyss. You were there through my needs and my wants. When you needed me the most I failed. I’ve always heard the term what is done in the dark will come to light. When you fleshed away in the dark it affected me in the light. Im sorry of my selfish ways. How could my love be so strong but yet so ignorant? I would give everything for you to be with me. Sometimes I just want to sit at night in the darkest hour and cry for you.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
How dare this child look at me with such disgust.
His insolence should be punished.
He should be strung up,
Attached to a horse
And driven through the city in shame.
How dare this pubescent squirt be angry.
He has no reason to be.
I am simply doing what I am supposed to do.
How dare this post-Pampers maggot accuse me of not listening.
After all, he is just a child.
And I.
I am the adult here.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
My summer sweats bloom from a grass rag,
Scratch another hardly blasting out a calibrate,
Can I break, strap out hacker doozy bluemoors,
Caught from an out sound, an out frowned
Blackening the coffin sweet cough lubricate,
Shackle high tops on pipe dream loft shakers,
Clover feelers, four hitter on lucky seven collar,
Depth sin protector, **** I ain't wrath looter,
Nor do poppa sizes on some puke lips locker,
Key switch for gates hellish donor, back loner,
Course you see, I seek seep suckled *****
Not some subtle soul (gap in skirt) poker,
Forever reaching lines, bust knuckle lifters,
Cracked rage like Nile is flooding wealths curlers,
Jewel duplicate for ruby cuts on roofless lust,
Symbolise another and I'll grabble force an honour,
Sober up soppy crotch rummage coper,
Scan cell prison ament Scholar's "repent!"
Mace battle X axel swop blunt round passel,
Cost more on pepper rubber rock relation,
Patient prep operation, cramp dilation,
Dial engage **** sudden blocked injection.
Cast nocturnals ominous above monuments,
Men fall like weak's race for joy's division,
Attend pro's vision, pure as skies probations,
Pack pampers protection tracks premonition,
Flat lines before lap times, clenching half rhymes,
Hop hotter than blues croft in dusks knots,
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
As you get older
and the effect of years
Man they want you to wear Pampers
and i might be alone here
Man no I will **** myself.
Thank you nurse. :-)
'Never deprive yourself.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
Oops, I crapped my pants, again!
Good thing I wear Pampers at work.
That's shift life at the chicken processing plant.
Next time you scarf down McNuggets,
Think of me.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
3am....boom!
Door slams, feet pounding on stairs.
4am....boom!
My household remains asleep, Only me and my cares.
They come in all colors,
different flavors,
unique fears,
No status quo,
different walks,
All sorts of careers
The business owners,
The urban campers,
The highschool dropouts,
Grownups still in Pampers.
Theres even the alumni,
with their bumper sticker,
All taking a medicine,
that only makes them sicker.
All the while, the thoughts harbored within-
Makes me think, this wall we share, may as well be paper thin.
I smell the smell,
Made a call with a cell,
No help from the ones dressed in blue
Just me and myself, seeing it through.
The war is mine,
The battles they own,
Let it end, before this wall we share,
Becomes their gravestone
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:26 AM UTC
born high in the mountains of Tennessee
With no running water, or electricity.
Living in rags that her father found in the woods
Was her only salvation, her only goods.
They put her in pampers that they had found
***** and filthy and pulled from the ground.
A rock stove and firewood
They would eat when they could.
He did fishing and trapping just to survive.
The closest neighbor was twenty miles away
By the time he walked there he would have to stay.
The neighbor would take all that he trapped
In return give him food, clothing, ammunition and bacon fat.
The neighbor then told him:
This is no way to raise a child.
You’ve been in the mountains quite a while.
Things have changed drastically
In school is where this child should be.
This child must learn how to read and write
What you’re doing to her, just isn’t right.
He packed up his knapsack and up the mountain he fled
Putting her with other children, was something he did dread.
He finally got home where his wife and child awaited
He looked at them and then hesitated.
With gleams in their eyes of the goodies he brought
The child looked in the bag for a doll that she sought.
Not finding the doll in the bag, she turned and walked
Away extremely sad.
She went outside into the woods with
her head hung down and there she stood.
The tears started to form in her eyes
And then just began to cry.
Her father saw this and his heart broke in two
Now he knew what he had to do.
The following morning he went back down the mountain again
To speak to his neighbor, his only friend.
He asked his friend what should I do
My daughter is suffering and feeling blue.
I don’t have the money to buy her things, or send her to school
And living in the mountains is not the right tool.
He said: you are a natural born mountain man
And for you I do have a plan.
How would you like to teach others how to survive
And into your mountains they would climb.
You can teach them how to hunt and fish
This is on a city dwellers wish list.
You will get paid for what you love to do
And to your heart you will be true.
Looking at his family and the way they lived
An education for his child he had to give.
His friend set up flyers and posted them all over town
And on the internet this mountain man was found.
He brought his child down from the mountain top
And until she had an education he would not stop.
She stayed with this neighbor and friend
And saw all that she had missed
She was in heaven, she was in bliss.
Her father now made enough to continue her education
And to learn those golden rules, now he knew she had the tools.
She grew up with hope in their heart
And her father and neighbor gave her the start.
Now don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can’t do.
With hope in your heart, you can follow thru.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE.
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
two tens, and seven, the square root of 729
no matter how the numbers collude in air, they are there
just as I drift off, before I catch myself thinking
of other numbers, like the age at which Jesus
died
twenty seven,
my four syllabled mantra, for that is the age
you got the needle
I was not a witness, but your attorney was
how he did not weep, I will never understand
he knew they put you in a diaper before you took
the final stroll
twenty seven, and during those final steps,
your sins yet dragged behind you, like ball and chain, not severed
by the axe of repentance, the chisel of remorse
where did the gods fail, taking you so fast from
the dim lights of the b-ball courts and your dreams
of being Michael or Magic to the dead afternoon when
you strode up the cracked walk to that crack house
and put two thirty-two rounds in the eye
of your second cousin who came in first
on your short list
all because of a hundred dollar slight
and a spoonful of powder the world could mistake
for simple sugar
you didn't fight when they strapped you in
and your final testament to an uneven world,
an insolent audience, was, "it is what it is."
did you feel the tug on your ***** from the raiment wrapped
to hide your seeping shame, did it take you back a quarter century,
when a manic mama pampered you in pampers
and kissed your tiny tummy more times
than numbers could count, though
not enough
did you, like I, in the moments between light and dark,
between this world and one where you must sleep alone
see twenty and seven flash before your eyes
and disappear before you could realize
what the plaintive plungers
and naked needle meant
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
Life Cycle
As a girl I was innocent and naïve
as a twen I became a Mum
must increasingly be on the alert
with no one raise-certificate to educate kids
this was very tiresome to the bits
possess too many intellectual inhuman papers
to build a huge factory perhaps with pampers
where paper weapons can be produced
never say they are "of no use"
but nowhere to find certificates
to educate my kids
look at the giants like Kennedy and Gandhi
they found their peaceful death
at 's worlds greatest slaughtery
the killings with their own products
amongst their own beloved people
such inhuman tragedies
murdered by those paper weapons factories
coursed by human devils
driven by darkest evils
the paper feel, never more
our worst nightmare
I declare
the truth in life's most misery
papers running off
weapons became true rifles
the paper that was trash
a biggest mess
they showed us their biggest ash
as soonest paper weapons' biggest tragedy
killing giants like Kennedy and Gandhi
such a highest treachery
such a comedy
not the divine one
that's pure pun
I must increasingly be on the alert
it never hurt
but eternal absurd!
the papers?
I truly miss them
no sheet to write on
now running out of paper
have to rescue one of the papers
to tell you this biggest tragedy
no human comedy
nor divine
my kids...?
they are
just fine!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
this is the first story of my hope series for your reading pleasure
Stories Of Hope Series #1 living in poverty-the trapper and family
Born high in the mountains of Tennessee
With no running water, or electricity.
Living in rags that her father found in the woods
Was her only salvation, her only goods.
They put her in pampers that they had found
***** and filthy and pulled from the ground.
A rock stove and firewood
They would eat when they could.
He did fishing and trapping just to survive.
The closest neighbor was twenty miles away
By the time he walked there he would have to stay.
The neighbor would take all that he trapped
In return give him food, clothing, ammunition and fat.
The neighbor then told him:
This is no way to raise a child.
You’ve been in the mountains quite a while.
Things have changed drastically
In school is where this child should be.
This child must learn how to read and write
What you’re doing to her, just isn’t right.
He packed up his knapsack and up the mountain he fled
Putting her with other children, was something he did dread.
He finally got home where his wife and child awaited
He looked at them and then hesitated.
With gleams in their eyes of the goodies he brought.
The child looked in the bag for a doll that she sought.
Not finding the doll in the bag, she turned and walked
From the room looking so sad
She went outside deep in the woods
her head hung down and there she stood.
The tears started to form in her eyes
And then she did cry.
Her father saw this and his heart broke in two
Now he knew what he had to do.
The following morning he went back down the mountain again
To speak to his neighbor, his only friend.
He asked his friend what should I do
My daughter is suffering and feeling blue.
I don’t have the money to buy her things, or send her to school
And living in the mountains is not the right tool.
He said: you are a natural born mountain man
And for you I do have a plan.
How would you like to teach others how to survive
And into your mountains they would climb.
You can teach them how to hunt and fish
This is on a city dwellers wish list.
You will get paid for what you love to do
And to your heart you will be true.
Looking at his family and the way they lived
An education for his child he had to give.
His friend set up flyers and posted them all over town
And on the internet this mountain man was found.
He brought his child down from the mountain top
And until she had an education he would not stop.
She stayed with this neighbor and friend
And saw all that she had missed
She was in heaven, she was in bliss.
Her father now made enough to continue her education
And to learn those golden rules, now he knew she had the tools.
She grew up with hope in their heart
And her father and neighbor gave her the start.
Now don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can’t do.
With hope in your heart, you can follow thru.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE.
louis rams
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
a little humor for you
It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his *****
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.
Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.
To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.
And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.
As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his *****
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.
Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.
To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.
And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.
As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.
Oops ! I did it again mom !
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 6:15 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I don't mind your feral sences, we Could burn a million flames just to
Cure the sadness,
Do I believe in love?
Not quite from your petty personal vendettas,
They'll fly above,
But the upside Is that everyone should be
given a fair trial,
And more Pampers and more formula for
Every single child,
But the world is too twisted in endless loops
Of peril and chaos,
And destruction and death,
It musen't be a ****** to have to breathe
your last breath,
Fairly twisted and devoted to a state that's more loyal to Satan
Than anything we've ever seen,
Buildings touch the sky in flames in between logic and metaphorical
Cemeteries with symbolic links to all broken dreams,
Touched by an angel in all of the rights ways making sure that you
Could get through the day without screams,
When **** hit the fan , who do you believe?
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
The Person Who Created You
The one loves you unconditionally
The man who you learned to love first
The one who protects you from the world.
He is king.
And you are his little princess
He spoils and pampers you.
Treats you to every comfort he can.
Turns into a raging bull to defend your honor.
Ready to defend his little treasure.
Because you are his heart.
His Little Girl.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Never - the love - we spoke of
Went crazy when detached from
She is the cup from which I drink the thoughts of excitement. She thrills me with her words and I go inside out with fluster. Respiration becomes mountain climbing. The easy beating heart goes on marathon. Her actions deludes me and pampers me at the same time. she was not the person I was looking for. But she has become the one that ended my pursuit. Never did she speak of love but love floods out with her every words and action. Never could I speak of love but I go baby when she is around and I go high when she speaks. She is my dope. dope..dope...!
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
This was set to abide
The furtherness conversion of intimacy
As i climb to run off still ran into her
More appealing she received me
Her kindness tringered me off for it turned into a burden of politeness
Measure your audocity coward of infridgent
Your bad luck set a blaze by her portion of devine touch
Thy actions melted my eager, now a baby lotioned by her love
"Who can pretend to eat yet they swallow what they eateth"
Am made a lazy born of her works as she pampers me better than born ninjer
The more i roar the closer she comes taming my canine to smiles than bites.
As my heart skips beats, i decend.
A wave humour carries me
I scorch more than the sun does
A rover of salute to the eyes that i encounter
First enough i close my eyes cant hold to the flash from her eyes
Then i knew am doomed, her beam is my way of focus i stand by thee for flies
Am banned from worries all under her palms
Tension nor obstruct am stiffly aliegned
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Both are similar,
Both have content matter,
Both save hassles,
One in communicating,
The other from washing,
Both have to be checked often,
What is going to happen,
One to see what is up,
The other to check what is the pile up.
What are they, "Sirs."
They are Whats app and pampers.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Here breaths Paris the city of love
A citadel that protects the love of many a lovers heart,
An ancient tower standing tall like the heavens above
A city that bonds together lovers heart never to part.
A beautiful city that dresses the bed of couples honeymoon
A honeycomb that attracts the heart of many a lovers taste,
An oak that shows forth her beauty like the beam of bloom
A city of grandeur that nurtures lovers heart to her best.
A city that retains her honour as the heart of lovers den
A land of love spiced with romance, soaring her fame to the heavens and skies,
A nation that forms the desires of many a heart every now and then
An un-wavering city that pampers the face of lovers heart with smiles.
A city that is as beautiful as herself the city of light
A tower whose arms forms the comfort city of many a lovers heart,
A legendary city that holds the breathe of lovers heart so tight
An empress whose beauty waters the isles of lovers path.
A citadel of light that is as bright as the morning sun
A city that leaves the legacy of love to her offsprings un-born,
A magnificent tower that causes every travellers imagination to run
A volcano that erupts the love skills of many a heart to storm.
It's Paris the legendary city of love
A city that forms the base of love amongst all cities,
A beautiful empress whose heart is as pure as a dove
A pageant city that teaches all hearts the basics of love ethics.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC