"taddle" poems
Look into my eyes.
Your eyes are getting heavy
You're getting sleepy,
Sleeeepy, sleeeepy.
Now repeat after me..
"I want to be your love slave".
I'd like to scuttle your puttle
Spiddle your paddle
Tickle your wickle
And twittle your taddle
Stroodle your doodle
Cromple your string
Brundle your strundle
And frondle your ding
Wear nothing, not even your bikini
I’ve spilled some gin on my ******
I thought this uncouth,
So I’ve added hermouth,
How’d you like me to slip you a martini?
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Tittle tattle
ribble and rabble
The conversation goes
the way the conversation went
Fiddle faddle
dibble and daddle
every word emitted
was indeed foretold by the committed
Wrip wrap
snip snap
tip tap
Without an outstretched hand
Who is to let the movements move
like hourglass sand?
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
Would you push
another soul off a cliff,
a rafter,
a ship? - walk the plank
aye, matey
that is, if you knew nobody was watching
if nobody was there,
ever to know,
would you do it?
if there were nobody to squeal,
to taddle,
to break,
engulf you in the scene of the crime
just how high do our morals stand?
We're going to breathe until the day we die
just keep at it
keep breathing, keep breathing
Myself?
I'm going to keep breathing until I stop
'til the very last breath in my body lets itself out
and whispers
"Stop."
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC