"puddin" poems
We always know where our towels are so we can help each other out
‘Cause we protect each other without ever a doubt
Even when one swears the other has puddin’ in their head
We still trust each other, both with guiding and being led
Whenever you have a Hat-and-or-Wig Party, I’ll be there
Because while three’s company, us two is a constant pair
I’ll be the first to reward you with five minutes of uninterrupted eye contact
Because always supporting each other is our unwritten contract
I’ll sit and watch a movie with you, even if it’s Sweded
Because just hanging out with you is all that is needed
Even if all we did in a day was roll in ze hay
I know that we would still have fun anyway
Whether anyone says we were brought together by fate, destiny… or a horse
All that matters is that we are forever family on the same course
Even if there’s no meteoroid, severe loss of blood or death,
We’re there to help each other ‘til our last breath
We read one another’s thoughts and understand code words like oi
Which means we ‘get’ each other more than any girl or boy
I hope we both have enough shoes to last us a lifetime
So we have all the time we need to quote movies and rhyme
I’ll only ask you to hold my sweet potato pie; you’ll never have to wear it
We are always each other’s partner and we’ll never have to split
I would cross The Wall anytime if it could help somehow
Because I would do anything for you that possibility could allow
If you were eating junk and watching ******* I wouldn’t come out and pound you
I would sit down and join you, and just claim I had the flu
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
You should have been the soul that Edgar Allen Poe loved,
So that he wouldn't have died miserable and alone,
You are the Morticia to my Gomez; deadly in love,
We would make a quirky Addams family, bar none,
I love the nerds in us and the banter of annoyance,
I love the moments of radiant love and our nature of being different,
'Cause we did meet exceptionally over persistence,
And we accept each other regardless of difference,
I wish that our love will remain eternal,
Narrated by Obi-Wan,
With a theme song by John Williams,
Directed by Lucas, nah, we don't need direction,
I do know, we need a Queen, and that's you my puddin'!
Leia to my Solo,
A Queen-B-lovin'-Quinn to my Joker,
A die-hard Drake lover with a heart for the Dark Side,
This Vader loves his Amidala, xoxoxo,
We would revel on any side but the holy!
May this love never fade, and be full of surprises,
But not the kind where there is nasi lemak with no ikan bilis!
But you make the best **** nasi lemak, sigh,
I'm forever grateful for my Babloo
I'm forever grateful that you're by my side,
My Annabel Lee, I'm grateful Poe never met you,
'Cause you're all mine!
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
"Face it," she said. "You're in love with a psychotic clown."
But what with a face that's not a frown?
While she sits him upon a throne and hands him a crown.
Only his deep spirits could bring her down.
Upon his face sets a wide grin
His true hearts malice lies deep within.
A love like this must be a sin
The love of the Joker and his Harley Quinn. ♥
(And don't call me puddin' )
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
What we have is nuts, crazy, mad
But it's just that
I like to laugh instead of being sad
I like to giggle so people know I'm not that bad
Mr.J knows that
He gets what they don't
He sees what they wouldn't
When I'm with him I feel warm
Not alone
I'm damaged but so is he
I find it hard to manage
But not with him
You see?
Do you see he just gets me?
My 'Puddin makes me happy
Even tho I'm the baddest bady
We're meant to be
Sometime we paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person head
Don't look at me
Or you'll lay in your dead bed
Don't dream
Dream is a killer sometimes we get drunk with a blue caterpillar
He's peeling the skin of my face
Cause I really hate being safe
The normals they make me afraid
The crazies they make me feels safe
I'm nuts baby I'm mad
The craziest friend that you ever had
You think I'm ******
You think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend entirely bonkers
He likes me best when I'm of my rocker
Tell you a secret I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy... all the best people are
He thinks I'm crazy
He thinks I'm gone
I think he's crazy to
I know he's gone
That's probably the reason that we get along
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Twisted
and broken
Dancing
And limping
Your perfect puppet on strings,
Bowing
And
Bending
In time to your madness;
A tiny porcelain ballerina
Spinning on a pedestal,
As you orchestrate our final symphony.
My sweet,
Scary
Maestro of monsters,
My Conductor of Chaos
And pain,
I adore you-
My darlin,
My puddin.
Bleeding
and hopeful
Here I am,
Still,
By your side;
Your fondest hit
Your favorite toy to squeeze
(the life out of)
Your prisoner in love;
(Your good girl)
Begging for just a little more.
Heave me over the side
Again
Drown me in your molten insanity,
Push me under-
Just.
One.
More.
Time.
To feel the thrills,
The chills,
The danger;
The happiness
Of liberating manic laughter-
To feel the helpless despair
As I perform in your circus.
Here I am,
To beg a bullet
For these lips,
That praise your deeds,
And pray for release,
For a mutual destruction,
A final comedy written in blood.
I guess...
the joke is on me after all...
Right, Mr. J?
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin *** help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that *** staw a sow,
Or fricassee *** mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro ****** flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
tight juicy yumness
this crack huge
game’s on point
you had me at that bass
**** homie,
u r too good wit it
run the sick trap
my dude doin work
loving the awesome switch
so paralyzed make love
nicee smooth as buttah
you went in dreamy
way too dope
swoop feels mane
nice flip
caught up on point
my dawg’s cramming
dem hats smoove
fresh cream zonin
fire float’n like puddin
my dude always killin
way too good sir
bro so sophisticated
**** can’t get enough
stunning blend
dope ******* sick
turnt up atmosphere
in that ending tho
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
We doh cur fer fancy werters
Bring us bangers in mashed terters
Gie us pork-pie caressed wi mustard
Rhubarb crumble topped wi custard
If yo’ve got a full day werkin
Black-pudding, eggs, beans and bercon
Un doh keep saying, ‘it’ll do ya no gud!’
We wont loads o’ graerty pud
If yo’me hungry jus the job
A great big hondfull of suetey gob
Grannies rice-puddin wi a gob o’ jam
Branston pickle on hunied-ham
Fish-un-chips wrapped in old newsperper
Ma’s bread puddin, nah that’s the cerper
Un if yo’ve got a babby-sitta
Wash it daen wi Bonks’s bitta
Black-Country fowk doh wont fancy starters
We wont bercon wie grey farters!
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
The owl and the ***** cat
went to sea in a boat
without an oar
When the boat sailed home
the cat was alone
and the owl was no more
Hey ****** ******
I’ll tell you a riddle
and I bet you’ll never guess
That Jack B. Nimble
was Jack B. Quick
beneath Miss Muffet’s
dress
Little Sol Hornstein
sat next to Maureen
eating his Christmas
pie
He stuck in his fork
and pulled out some pork
And said ‘what a bad
Jew am I’.
Wee Willie Winkie
Tiptoes through the house,
Upstairs, downstairs
Quiet as a mouse.
Closing every window,
Locking every door,
Drinking all his daddy’s beer
And barfing on the floor
The hippy dippy spider
went uptown to score
He got a bag of ****
from the hippy dippy
store
He smoked up all that
**** with his hippy
dippy friends
So the hippy dippy spider
went uptown again
There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
He met a crooked woman
Who wore a crooked smile
He brought her to his crooked house
And upon his crooked bed
He had his crooked way with her
(And now the ***** is dead)
(And from an old restroom wall)
Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play
(He kissed them too cuz' he was gay)
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
*Hiya!
You wanna hurt Mistah J?
Sorry bozo but you'll have to go through me first
You'll never lay a finger on him
My name?
Not tellin' ya until you play my game
If ya win, then I'll tell you
If ya lose, lets say that there's going to be a mess
Mistah J is my puddin'
You wont ruin his fun
Not while I'm around
Sorry if I spoiled your fun
Guess you lost, but I'll tell you my name
My name is Harley Quinn*
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
*Bodacious ginger candied poetry
still life of Moet's marmalade art
dark cherry wine lingerie
Beethoven's flair of symphony
surrendered in your rapture
submitted to your every whim
bonadage and silky wraps
rapid rhythmic rhyming beats
reverberate breathing sparks
painted Daliesque posies
silent echoes of dark apparitions
ocean swells anointing bliss
moon tides sacred kiss,
nature's chromatic dust
pink pearlized polka dots
intoxicating kaleidoscopic eyes
reflections of butterfly hues
darkly encapsulated horror
naked souls, weeping spirits
sculpted iridescent rainbows
brazen relished heart's desire
rubik's cube algorithm mind games
wrap'd in figgy puddin' ladyfingers
tickling traces in bold context
power of words compels us,
cure all for anything at all,
salty sea breezes
& poetry* ~
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
*I fell in love with the scent of this sin
More than you, all I love is to win
Possess me baby, disgrace me, make me pine
Lay me down tonight, show me that you are mine
This broken mind and untamed body are all yours
I ******* need you baby everyday more and more
Dominate me baby, **** me like I'm a *****
Baby, **** me like I am your first class *****
Tear me up baby, ******* wear me wet
You are an artistic danger, I solemnly bet
Eat me like I'm your favourite puddin,
Move my body to your unfathomable rhythm
Make me your formidable victim
Make me your beautiful sin*
-fir.m
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
On a night no different than
The others that abound
I spotted six unsavory men
Together, hanging around
I told meself, "Now looks at them
They seem a likely lot
What may have stole me puddin packs
Right out me secret ***
I thoughts a bit then took a chance
I walked into their midst
I told about the puddin stole
And ask 'em if they didst
They laughed a bunch and thought me for jestin'
But 'twasn't I what told them jokes
And when they saw I was being earnest
They gave me slaps and pokes
I thought I saw a blinkin light
Above me twisted head
But twas only lights of painfulness
Like parts of me was dead
I never found me puddin packs
And it truly made me sad
Cos I was to make puddin cake
For me child what wasn't bad
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
We've got jello legs
My puddin' darling.
There is a sort of silent sharpness
growing out of the glowing
of your skin.
although the breathing wall
from behind your neck
calls to my eyes,
beckoning with an inexplicable, silly smirk
your flesh wins me over with
its brilliant colored heat
white hot heat.
I've caught the fixation
haunting my brain
with the crashing in your eyes
my lashes float down to rest
upon my hill cheeks
a darkness drops
the end scene curtain
and you are dancing 'round me
time speeds as i spin
your voice dances from side to side
a faint touch here
a streak of light then
now i have stopped
and before me you stand, knowing
maybe you had never really moved at all
outside
an emptiness fills the space
the crunch of the rocks, fire crackers
in my drums
i make the black tar
a bed for these moments
to lie upon
the thrumming sky pushes in upon
my pupils
sinking lower and lower
to swallow me
as i push up to stand
the sky retreats
to float lightly atop my head
inconspicuous enough to weigh
me down
yet loomingly enough to be known
a guardian of some sort
floating me on to you
to the laughter billowing up
from the depths of your lungs
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Her hair is dyed, red and blue,
Her looks give not a clue,
Of her part in Joker's dark
paradise,
She rid her old self a lively
demise,
A dangerous mind she does
possess,
She's worse than Joker, they
confess,
With your cool bat & ornated
revolver,
You're the best problem
solver,
She's made of mischief, & she ain't
hidin',
She's a darlin' with her dear
puddin',
Her life's not an open DC book,
But more, care to take a look?
Locked & chained, was her heart,
Until, one day, came Joker's dart,
& so he's her one & only,
Now she nor Gotham will ever be lonely,
The queen of Arkham is a feat,
Her suave style, none can beat,
Harleen Quinzel, well played,
I don't mind comin' to your aid!!!
THE END
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Desynchronized glances,
evaporate
into long, ravenous gazes.
Each of us is a mirrored pool,
a reflecting pond,
that the other could swan-dive, into,
facefirst, and drown in.
We drip hotly
and melt, for each other,
like simmering rivers
of molten candle wax.
I twist around you
like a curl, of oiled hemp.
Your fingers tense, grip,
and peel back the skin, of
cotton thigh highs
as your face elongates,
and your mouth, moves...
languorous tongue,
trailblazing downwards
from the mons veneris,
to worship, devoutly,
at my sacred shrine, below.
The slippery wetness,
of exposed thigh
slicks, and grazes,
your stubbled cheeks
tenderly perfuming
the tensed column,
of your working throat,
with my feminine scent.
We interlock, tongue and groove.
Your tongue tip flicks the nub,
back and forth,
like an ignition switch,
as the engine hums, to life.
You stoke my fires,
with every lingual stroke.
You blow my torch,
into a fervid flame
that spreads heat throughout
the inner chamber,
and you warm your face
in its baking, radiant glow.
I bite down, delirious with ecstasy,
into the skin, of my own tensing arms;
wrists bound, in python restraints, overhead:
resisting the force, of the virulent scream
forcibly spreading, throughout pink lungs.
Yes...oh, God, yes.
I churn, from the hips, down
raining, into your expectant face,
mouth pealed, helplessly, for the scream...
and the sunlight breaks overhead
as I smile brightly, and collapse, around you.
...Oh...puddin'...have mercy, on me.
Now...
we separate,
and interchange places, smoothly.
Your hands, dig, into the voluminous depths
of loosely bound, twin comet tails.
You wrap their trailing, cherry cola ends,
around tight, clenched knuckle fists,
as my lips, purr, against ever-expanding skin.
Don't you dare...let go,
of these handlebars, baby,
as I rev up, hard,
hit a wet patch, and SLIDE.
....Hold on tight, to me, and RIDE.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
we’re like joker and harley,
love cannot be seen
my world is dropping in the city
and i am feeling dizzy
well, this is the agony
of being your queen
no matter how toxic this is,
you are still my weakness
can’t stop loving my puddin
though i’m the only one who’s vibin
and i know
i am now weaker
than i’ve become.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Does not need to be neither
whether dark,
milk, white or
Andes' mint greener
they all are pleasant
in feature
like
smooth footsteps upon the tongue
plush / sweet :
puppy-love puddin'
the suckle way it melts
dissolving
like velvet quilts down the throat
palate-warm
exaltations' high
like dolphin skin / leaps in sun light
then the
spider feet / goose-flesh
endorphin chill of skin
after such a chess game - consumption
bemoan a second piece
hugs & kisses again & again
all the while,
chin, cheer
ear-to-ear
smile
no nuts / caramel / nougat
just a valentine peace
so pure in promise
a pip / of inner profanity
a lift from life's lemon-sanity
a silent ****** in the lungs
Smooth footsteps upon the tongue...
Chocolate.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
I dumped my diamonds on a distant shore
I leaked my lemons 'til they were no more
I ate and drank 'til my abs were sore
And I locked my puddin' right inside my core
And I'll never let her out- no more, no more.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
I thirsted for peach cobbler
And nanner puddin.
Mama sure knows how to bring
Grandpa' the goodin's.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
With your "PUDDIN" choker, and me, your lover joker...
Us two up to no good, the most badass couple in Gotham's neighborhood...
One means nothing without the other...
One is nothing without their lover...
Your hair in pixies, mine in green...
White pallid faces, a lovin' **** team...
You and me, The Joker and Harley Quinn...
Lovers of destruction and mortal sin...
Harley and Joker, without peace and only violence...
Chaos and bombs, disturbing the silence...
Let us play a game, trapping the Batman, like a moth to a flame...
Crusin' cars like rolling thunder...
"OH #$!@" here comes the Bat and Boy Wonder...
A swift swing of Harley's bat...
And the big Bat goes "SPLAT"...
"I need a machine gun"...
"Here you are Puddin', ***
"Thank you, Harley, the itch in my crotch"
Harley Quinn, beating the Boy Wonder...
Her bat, earning another notch...
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
Dear Puddin, this is for you. I actually wrote this long time ago, but I just keep adding more and more things I feel about you, cause you're a total enigma and yet there are more for me to explore about you.
Remember the time I told you that I'm really afraid of people leaving although they promise they won't? that's one of the reasons why I only post this now, cause I'm scared that you gonna leave after knowing so much about me. But now, leaving is just unknown and so why not I just cherish and enjoy every moment we have? Be bold they said.
It's strange isn't? Two lonely souls met through the network and who knows you could be someone so important for me? A song reminds me of you, not crywank, not flatsound, not whatever you think of.
I knew this would be love, by Imaginary future
*It's funny how we met on the telephone
You and I on the edge of the unknown
Oh, in only a moment's time
I knew my heart was yours and yours was mine
....
There were days when I thought I'd lost you
I read the letter aloud, what could I do?
Now, we're right back where we belong
Don't second guess your heart, it's never wrong.*
The day you told me that I made you buzzed a smile in front of your screen and that actually made my heart skipped a beat, who knows I could make someone feel that way? When you told me you're a very emotional person and you've been down the bottom in your life for two years, although with a funny tone, I can still feel you. Imagine how struggle is you for that two years and I'm glad that you actually back on track and I get to meet you after all.
As you wish, here goes the peom for you
*The room is dark and quiet,
You sent me a message and it popped up,
lighten up the room together with a cheerful ring of tone.
I smile whenever I heard that,
cause I only set that tone for you,
With my half-open eye,
squinted at my phone screen,
Smiling again.
Show me, James.
Where did you learn the magic from?
The magic that easily put on a smile on me,
The smile that from the bottom of my heart.
Tell me, James.
What did I do to deserve you?
The care you give me to hold on,
The words you say to heal my scars.
Hear me, James.
Just to let you know,
every moment we spent together,
I take it to heart,
these memories deserve a place to stay
they can stay in my heart forever.
*
I remembered time that
I want to be alone,
cause I thought I was made to be alone,
he came by telling me that you will always be here for me.
Words are not enough to tell you,
How important are you to me,
I will show you
*one day,
Promise.*
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
There's a dinosaur in my washing machine,
having himself a bath.
There's a Brontosaurs in my refrigerator,
having himself a snack.
The Raptor in the rec room is just
romping round the ground.
There's a pony parading through the puddin',
A stallion on the stove.
There's horse in my hamper,
wrinkling all the clothes.
A duck went down the drain today,
while emptying the tub.
The cat is on the keyboard,
asking for a hug.
You might think my menagerie strange,
But you don't know the half –
That's just the animals,
who've given you a laugh.
There's a truck in the toilet,
a tractor on the bed,
and a big, pink convertible,
parked upon its head.
I found an airplane in my dishwasher
and a copter in the cupboard.
The books are in the broom closet,
The brooms are on the lawn.
Socks are on the front porch
Waiting for summer to come.
If this all seems crazy to you,
I'll guess that you don't know
the joy it is to have this mess
If you've not yet
been blessed...
'Cause sleeping in the car
Are toddlers two, and three.
04/02/2019
~MRC
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Your bitter not sweet
True love is what I seek
They tell me there’s plenty of fish in the sea
But I’ve always felt like
you were for me
You lie I try
you hid I Find
I love so hard and can’t get a like
I doubted myself I doubted you
No puddin
all proof
Work on trust
continue to fuss
This isn’t you
Your not giving me much of I choice
You ignore the words from my voice
You crest problems
Real **** that I live
And don’t even ask me how I feel
So I know what to do
Move on happy
Cause I’m done with you
Why hurt me
Why lie to me
Why ruin us
Not my want
Clearly your need
Don’t force yourself to be with
Me
And hold on to that
Bitter sweet melody
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC