"wuzzy" poems
People ask me why I always write disgusting sexually explicit poetry
well the truth is
after being carted off to the ****** bin repeatedly
for fertilizing eggs at the supermarket
i realized my true calling
was to scream out fuzzy wuzzy in public
as i fertilized everything insight
i guess i just have an egg fetish
and like babies
i decided to learn everything i could about the subject
so for those who may read my stuff and
find it's flavor not to their taste
like my new poetic extravaganza yet to be published
" if aint painal it aint ****
please forgive and understand
this is simply the thing I know the most about
and feel obsessively compelled
to share it through my poetry
yes
you guessed it
i'm one of the worlds leading sexperts
and hold a
PHD
from
Copulation University
in
INTERNATIONAL CLITERATURE
after years of in depth hands on research
courses in clitanomics, clitologic
social and clitural humanities
the great take away is this
"shove it
where you love it"
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
*Sunset orange ardently overlays periwinkle and thistle whilst two tone brilliant fuchsia in passionate , reserved grace quietly dominates the image of sunrise as portrayed by a child . Forest green , royal blue and cinnamon depict backyard adventure and wonderment of Blue Jays , Begonias , Daisy and Petunia , rainy days captured in black , silver and indigo and raspberry , magical yellows , reds and gold , smiling friends on the school bus , hop scotch , favorite Teachers and kick ball , Summer vacation , grandparents and sand castles on the beach , turquoise sea , brown pelicans and scarlet sailboats , salt water taffy , midnight blue ***** and fuzzy wuzzy starfish*....
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
There was no bells that rung
No angels that descended from heaven and sang
No there was none of that
Only my words being ****** away by the noiseless night
I just don't know why but I did
And I can try but I just don't know
There was no heart fluttering like the wings of a Hummingbird
No fuzzy-wuzzy feeling in my heart
No there was none of that
Only me thinking out loud and wondering
Just me and you "Running like *******
I don't know what possessed me but I did it
Don't know what is going to happen
I just don't know
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
head fuzzy and wuzzy
fatigue of the sould
won't leave me alone.
eyes have mast
4 years have passed
my stomach erupts daily
i feel 100% full crazy
unable to cope
devoid of hope
where now to turn
what is there to learn
i feel so close to the end
can't reach out to family or friend
words keep coming via mouth and key
saying goodbye to life and this cycle of hell for me
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
This is much worse than the Zombie Apocalypse
Girls giving duck faces with neon puckered lips
And flowing bronze locks and waves go on for days
I must have missed going through the pretty hair phase
Static Elecrta and Einstein combined could not compare
To the fuzzy wuzzy mad mess frizzing up called my hair
They say that eyes of course are windows to the soul
Yet they fail to mention the inner beauty of a mole
It has feelings too you know it can hear what you're saying
It doesn't want your blemish cream it's happy so it's staying
Acne nowadays with cover up is a thing of the past
But I'm cherishing my teenage years why not make them last
Appearance isn't everything there's more to life than that
Like when I am in gym class playing baseball up to bat
I close my eyes swinging just as hard as I can
I missed the **** thing and didn't know but still ran
First and second then third base finally gone
By then the teacher yells because I'm doing it wrong
Well I don't like these rules I refuse to conform
Sports aren't in my nature it's the way I was born
Now give me a notepad and a pencil I am set
Or a list of names to alphabetize and my goal will be met
Calculators have nothing in contrast to my brain
But put stairs in my path and I may go insane
Tripping over myself is what I do best such a mess
Sure I'm different, make mistakes, but that's why I'm flawless
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Boop boop, boop that snoot,
meow, meow, boop that snoot.
Fuzzy wuzzy was a cat,
fuzzy wuzzy booped like that,
snoot snoot boop boop,
boop that snoot, happy cat.
Let’s dance, wiggle wiggle wiggle,
wiggle wiggle wiggle, snoot snoot yeah!
Meow like a cat.
Now wiggle wiggle wiggle,
cat ***** be a wiggling like that.
Zoom! Cat be zooming
faster than lightning,
superkitty be frightening
quick and oh so fluffy.
Cat, boop that snoot let’s
dance.
©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
When Star Wars came to film in Ireland (in County Kerry the Blasket islands)
I wanted a part
I wanted to be like Darth (Vader)
I told them I knew the whole Star Wars Universe off by heart
From Ken Kenobi's desert hideout to Hans Solo's Big Bird, the Maltese Falcon
And the big chewy chap Wuzzy Bear
And the lovely Princess Leah with her lovely bunned up hair
I told them I could be Bard the wise old Shaman poet
At least I'd be better than that old **** Yoda
Well they looked at me a bit awry
I thought to myself "I got a bad feeling about this"
They turned me down, said maybe another time
I warned them "I might turn to the Dark Side"
I would have reached for a Blaster only I was already fairly plastered
They started to bundle me out the door
I was strugglin' and shouting "Yea Yoda Old Toadface
Get your hands off me, I'm talkin' Toad here man.... I'm talkin' Toad..."
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
i everyone and welcome to my saturn show
the first song is i am sick, and i wanna get better
i am sick, my face is puffy, i am very sick, please cure me
yesterday my body felt so tired, i couldn’t do my tapestry
i was sick, i want this to go, please god make me well, again
you see someone is digging a painful needle into me
or at least that is how it feels
you see my bottom was really clogged, I’m can’t really except it
my body’s not perfect, and that is why i am sick and i wanna get better, NOW
please can i get better, by body is sluggish
it needs to get better, help, let me out of this stupid sick body
i want to be well, i don’t want to feel like this
you see the doc is going to put a painful needle into me
i don’t really want it, but i have to except it, cause it heals my hurts
you see, i prefer to get rid of this ill feeling
please get rid of it, lord of lords, help to calm it down
yeah, i have a mental illness, but overall the feeling is getting bad
people are saying shut up old fogie, your not like your father
and shut up old fogie, your not like your brother
when i had a bottle of coke, hidden under my seat
and i hate the feeling of being treated like an old fogie
i am a young looking dude now, and i am here to stay
i get in one way and the other i pray
i want to get rid of this feeling of being ill, oh yeah dude
yeah dudes i am happy yeah very happy dude
please help me get better, better i shall want
i don’t want to be the type to wanna rant
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
My kids they have big plans for me
When I leave this side for eternity
They know I'm taking with me my soul
But with the rest they're opening up a store
They're going to take and stretch my skin
And make leather furniture out of it
But not before they shave all my hair
For the making of fuzzy wuzzy underwear
They'll nail my eyeballs to the wall
So I can keep watch on the store
In case they ever need a break
Or in the morning when they're running late
The rest they'll either throw away
Or set out on the dogs dinner plate
No matter what it is they do
I'm sure they'll put me to good use
I wonder if that's why they're fattening me up
So in the end it'll boost profits
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Break Time
by Michael R. Burch
for those who lost loved ones on 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
Keywords/Tags: 911, victims, survivors, grief, loss, heal, healing, tear, tears, coffee, break, time, milk, artificial, sweeteners
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
I crashed through the ceiling I don't need a floor now I used to be reeling but the void's my support now.
Doldrums are rolling but if I stay patient I know I'll be happy I stayed when something comes up and meets me.
I was a bit worried that this was where I was going because I loved the ride but honestly the end is even better.
There is only beauty now, gain and loss but no pain or cost.
I still love sadness but she's now a perfect lover and there is more time for her and more time for infinitely more perfect beings and I'm glad I skirted every snare and I'm growing growing growing like my fuzzy wuzzy hair.
All I can say for now is beware idolatry, learn what it is and guard yourself from it. This is a time for beautiful expression and every one of us has many things to show and create. Remember it was Jesus's God who got us here and we thank him and we'll be fine.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
I love my job
It is great
I love my job
Bewdy mate
I love my job
IT really says
I love my job
Even in very cold days
I love my job
Despite occasionally it gets busy
I love my job
Hot and cold, you don’t get wuzzy
I love my job
Seeing the riders leave
I love my job
Wiping the dizziness on their sleave
I love my job
Totally rad
I love my job
Never bad
I love my job
Babies and kids
I love my job
Riding around having fun
I love my job
Cool cool cool
Ace man ace
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC