"pasties" poems
I'm done repressing my gayness
Because it's the "Christian" thing to do.
I will wear ******* rainbow ****** pasties
And march in a pride parade
If I please
And then go to church and praise Jesus
And God and the Holy Spirit
For making the way I am
And how I am
Because he made me perfect.
I am gay
I am Christian
I am proud to be both.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
A delicious little bakery
is only down our street
the smell of baking bread
well.. it really is a treat
It is run by Mrs ******
she is just so very charming
but she is a little clumsy
it's really quite alarming
You see,
she does her best to make the cakes
and bake such tasty bread
but the currants just go everywhere
and in the pies instead
And in the Cornish pasties
there is very often nuts
and in the fruit pie filling
bacon and beef cuts
But she seems to be quite fancy
well there has been many rumours
of her and the deliveryman
well... she flashes him her bloomers
But she really is so charming
poor soul.. she has the worst mishaps
like when she inadvertently
displayed her finest baps
And no one will forget
when in came a group of nuns
all asking some tea cakes
but out popped her Chelsea buns
But she really is a riot
you can't help but love her so
she give you all you ask for
in a bargain box 'to go'
And she takes care of her customers
and gives out treats to sample
you'll never go home hungry
you'll end up with quite a armful
So if you get a moment
take a stroll just down our street
to Mrs Dingle's bakery
she really is a treat.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
In Alarias eyes lies
a roast lamb mountain,
on a sea of the worlds
bestest gravy.
between her thighs
is peas pudding n pies,
cornish pasties,
crimped and savoury.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
Do you know the muffin man?,
Its not a nursery rhyme,
He haunts kids dreams with horrid scenes,
The scream from time to time.
His apron smelled of cinnamon,
His finger nails were clean,
He brought the nicest cookies home,
Mommys face would gleam.
He came to school two days a wek,
And gave out yummy pasties,
He chose kids very carefully,
Rejection made him nasty.
She found it out the hard way,
When she pulled away from him,
He told them she was telling lies,
He tore her from within.
Her mommy looked so horrified,"How could you?",
She would say,
"Poor daddy brings such good things home,
You will be sent away".
Society believed this man,
And Cherry went away,
Asylum life was home for her,
For 10 years and 4 days.
So many children broke their silence,
And accusations heightened,
They spoke of muffins molestations,
Mommy became frightened.
They came in droves to talk to Cherry,
From shrinks to talk show hosts,
They helped her open up,
And talk about those childhood ghosts.
Now, muffin man has ***** hands,
And spends his life in prison,
But left behind are countless kids,
Cause mommy wouldn't listen ...
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 7:33 AM UTC
pasties on a $10 stripper..
oh how you make them shake.
taking men's money,
no matter what’s at stake.
gotta feed the kids
some how, some way..
left behind a life
that was broken and fraid.
cold lonely nights,
but I'm sure you've brought someone home,
I know you have problems sleeping alone.
breath of cheap beer,
heart full of fear..
I knew you what path you'd choose,
you don't know it yet,
you're gonna loose.
Oct 3, 2009
Oct 3, 2009 at 6:08 AM UTC
Anglophilia
An early passion
one cannot say
when or why
perhaps his father's admiration
or was it his mother's apprehension
for them
Leaves of sweet ruby tea
hot ginger pasties
glory of candle skinned ladies
the warm eyes and cold hearts
what lovely cats you have
Avon flows, its quiet cenote waters
surrounding the poetical urns
Cheery children
noses against windows
those of shopkeepers
that smothered
Napoleon
Yes, Avon flows
the timely midnight trains
to a myriad country stations
all the many
noble selfish
ideals
Joy of bright roses
in a small garden below
where the Keats still play
Adam and Eve
and hear the City's pride
its mechanical soul
sing its hollow lonely tune again
Oh, where did all the angels go?
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
A couple wuz beading up
for a chi chi day
She drunkenly laughed
**** stained her dress
A olive skin woman
in golden glitter pasties
Offered neon *** shots
near 10 in the morning
A chubby girl dressed
in a black fishnet body suit
selling face paintings
while her supple *******
Jiggled in your face
A black man occupied
A most different plain
Sat behind two chess boards
wasn't gettin paid
Two SAP cars parked
At Royal Sonesta curb
idling to taxi exec sappers
back to the friendly skies
****** whippin glitter girl
Shakin her money maker
Lookin hard at her wares
What the hell she sellin?
Across the street
miked up bible thumper
Doin his groove thing
Raged against the ***** show
Ca ching ca ching ca ching
I ducked a bity bee
Flying at my face
I'm walkin Bourbon
Full of mighty grace
Hard Rock Guys
selling cannabis lollis
crowded corners bumpin
Ain't no trollies
boom box blastin
back beat samples
Who Dat Jazz?
muskrat rambles
Three card monte
Obstructive beggers
Kids banging on
5 gallon drums
Gimme a dime mister
Louie Armstrong Park
Congo Square
Where it at?
Gotta get there
***** Glitter still barking
Mardi ****** Gras tees
Snapchat Me Your *****
Ducked another bee
Kid put his two pails
In mid of the rue
Gotta pay the toll
Whatcha gunna do?
Music:
Mardi Gras Music
From NOLA Notes
2/18/17
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Pasties and poo,what a mix.
Taste much better than weetabix.
Trouble is, it sort of sticks.
To my teeth and my plate.
But it still tastes great!
Mum says the poo is a kind of salami,
I think my Mum is completely barmy!
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 3:18 PM UTC
I have drunk your water, and thus your wine,
Though I choked upon the former's salty brine.
Lapped up delusions of dehydration.
Oceans now praised as a denomination.
Drainage…I drank it…I drank your milkshake!
Pillaged claims of an Arctic at stake.
Ruskies, Chankoros, and Yankees all alike,
All willfully ignoring Canada’s most northernly spike.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
The thing about pets is
They cost you money
They eat sleep and shower for free
They have no job except pleasing the master
They don't contribute to the finances whatsoever
But wearing collars pasties and bells makes you cute as hell
And you were very clever...
I know pets are a responsibility..
I have changed my mind and set you free
Though I have tried to make you flee
I cannot get rid of you that easily
Being a pet owner of that type is not for me
I am not letting any man live free off of me ; )
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Come warm your hands around me tonight
Let go of the cold restraint that dangle your heart
I have dreamt of this day,
I have long for this hour
Come warm yours hands,
Rebuild your smile, and rebuild the trust
Stand upright at the council meeting my Zula warrior, my king
Unleash the passion within, stop struggling with your feelings
instead, come and fumble with these long, longs chocolate strings
Come warm your hands on my body
And forget the flittering open fire of hatred within her eyes,
It's cold night on the tropical island,
however, it's lavender essential oil on my linens
there's chocolate ******* to be thread.
tasty pasties and edible ******
it’s warm in my chambers,
its love in my heart,
there is action,
there is passion,
come take a deep look into my eyes
before you address the unsettling crowd
Your Queen would always be by your side.
Stand upright at the council meeting my Zulu warrior, my king
you were meant to rule .................
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
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In the garden of the withdrawal; From the beginning
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in the town of the Chinese and the shadows flee away
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removed from her six **** & in glory they are almost
the conversion into flame bright, warm clothes loved
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
Worry me not because of hazel eyes
Pity me not for transient hands, a transient romance
Pity those who live with a million backs,
Thinking as though they have selection
Merely selections, selections A plethora
No one wants, no one, mark my words
Genuinely wants to **** a ***** ball sack
Whimsical and flying, a absent look across your pasty face
Intrusive eyes tracing, your snotty nose across that silly face
That silly face you make, lazy used *****
Exercise a little more, won't you?
You're the one who believes he has an ocean
No ocean, no
A little cradle of girls with crumpled hearts
and slits on their embalmed pasties.
I'm disgusted, disgusted, disgusted by these sweaty ball sacks
Arrogance in their snorts, farts and living as though they can be
they can be disgusting, nauseating, revoltingly HUMAN
While I must adorn a satin sleek smile
Hairless ivory and flowery areolas
The ice cool temper of no wavering, no moving forward
Why must I be polished and pretty
Why must I put my soft palate against your sweaty naked jockstrap
Why must I let you crush my skull with your meaty, hairy presence
Choking my throat with disgusting salami of 18 years too late
Am I expected to smile and compliment you for this catastrophe?
No, worry me not that Hazel eyes no longer trace me
Pity me Not that I do not have meaty hands torturing my skull
Feel my liberation in your cold sock of cries.
**** **** **** you!
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
One day at a boutique shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats
"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy
He seemed to find it quite funny
"We've got some lovely dresses,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some headdresses."
The man blinked rapidly thrice
The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused
He wasn't what I would call dizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the boutique shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Cats, bats, you shall find
Dresses, headdresses, you can get
You must now open your mind,
And get down to The Corn Market
So to The Corn Market, I decided to go,
In search of the bats, I craved
The winds it did eerily blow
But I felt that the day could be saved
There were stalls selling tights,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling writes
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady
I wondered if she was at all cool
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some dresses and cats.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
my daughter wants a lift from work
she pays me with frangipanes and pasties
and tubes of sour cream Pringles
(half eaten)
my wife sleeps on the sofa
annoyed
I woke her to say I'm nicking her car
'cause the air con works
(mine doesn't)
dad is in the capable hands of the
undertaker
who are looking after him in the meantime
while I get documents and certificates
to say he died
but none say I was there
none say how much I hurt INSIDE
or how hard it is to pick up the keys
and give my own daughter
a lift home
(from round the corner)
as though it were any other day
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
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('If I do not err on defense') (UK) IPA (key)
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of the removal at the outset of the end of the strippers
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the brush began to feel understood
but he did not move
through the song of the muses, Maecenas and the coastlands,
the grains of grain; Nature is a flame of fire set
in a hold of victory over a few overly made up models
is falling and they will stand in vain perfect,
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for the shadows of the city, room, and many people
are fools gathered and the collection of broken tubes of yellow
is extracted from her girlfriend, leaving
the six bookmarks quite famous; The whitening of |
their white glow loves yeast; The teachings
of the original sucker's knee and the ankles of the first thief
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
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- Vipakhi Upton
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC