"whap" poems
When oh when will I meet my mistress?
I hope she has a lovely apartment or small home
She will wear her lovely black boots and designer jeans
And perhaps a **** blouse too
In the winter evening
We will have a nice fire
I will lie across her lap in only my *******
It will be so comforting to receive a firm spanking from her
It will be a loving spanking
Just firm enough to show she is in charge
But not too firm to make me cry
She pulls down my pink satin *******
Whap! Whap!
First 10 spanks with her hand
And then the next 10 with her wooden hairbrush
She used the hairbrush because
She thought I could have done a better job
Cleaning our kitchen floor
I have never been so happy to serve my mistress
I have prepared a lovely dinner prepared for her
After we eat
I will give her oral pleasure for as long as she desires
What a beautiful evening indeed
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Our thoughts of time travel
burnt-up when Junior
sang The Blues.
Foreign creature.
***** voodoo muppet.
His spaniel’s moan,
a call to mud,
digging deep like
“woo-woo-woo”
Smacking the past in the chin,
he dipped a laden lead melon
in a barrel of black molasses.
A slow lowering,
tender sinew slackened.
Unclawed-
the orb traversed his finger tips
nicking his nails on the way earthward.
The black drink parts then
floods back where it once was,
coating the cold round load
as it sank down below
the Mason-Dixon line.
Junior gurgled in slow-mo
dipped his Gibson
and stirred the stew,
made the black brew dribble over
the barrel’s shoulders
and puddle in the thick sticky
corners and cracks of
the Juke’s oak planks.
He fished it out then
-bladaplowplow-
-WHAP!!-
split that melon in half,
no knife, they used the trap,
then Junior took his break
to take a nap
in Baton Rouge.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
The day is so rainy and gray
My homework has to be delayed
Sleepiness taking over
Eyes getting droopy it is pasting over me
“I feel like I and am in the doldrums” I say
“Sleep sleep sit down and lay”
What is this this bad thing so bad
Instead of making me really sleepy it is making me mad
Oh what do you want with me trying to make me sleepy
“Sleep sleep you don’t have anything to do
Lay down come on your sleepy I see you”
I slap it I whap it I put it away
I am not sleepy now go away!!!
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
I woke up this morning
Arose from my bed
My head was in pain
And there was hurt in my leg
Washed up and ate
and packed my brief
The works overload
caused little of sleep
Thought of times used
on the early ride-in
Fear subsides to agony
Then, stress subdues to sin
The mind does not drift
During works busy trends
And when the day's over
My mind, it just bends
So I go to the market
To pick up a something
Who's that? Whap! Bam! Boom!
What's wrong? Absolutely nothing!
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
When I was six my mama said
She’d pay me for each ten
Flies I got alive or dead
A penny.
So I wandered room to room
Swatter cocked to ****
Listening for the tell-tale buzz
Of a fly on a windowsill.
Whap! Would go the swatter.
Splat! Another fly.
Whappity-wahappity, WHAP! SPLAT! WHAP!
Die. Die. Die.
Soon the hunt was over.
Not a fly remained.
The windowsills were dotted black;
the swatter smeared and stained.
I collected all the bodies
To see what death would bring:
Mama paid me seventeen cents
(and some were only wings!).
Today at school we learned about
How baby seals die:
“Mama, did you make a hat
Out of all those flies?”
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC