I love the tag. There should be #ask tags for you and others as well. How about doggerel? (Doggerel? Wasn't she King Lear's ugliest daughter?) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Please Respond Via Poetry You ask me to play the poetry card? That's how you make a grrl's life hard. Rhyming couplets might just do -- I'll squeeze out a line or two. But TNG, where do I start? Do I have a broken heart? Revellations have been made He said sex workers have been paid. TMI? TMI! you say Sure, I'll save it for another day. Emotions abound, my heart is swelling It's all over, but the yelling. The heart is cracked amid the din But that is how the love gets in. ----------------------------- Now tng, add to the poem as another voice. Advance the plot or develop character using only rhyming couplets.Please respond via poetry.
So glad you replied I'm sorry he lied His loss, I must say He'll regret this some day To neglect a lily Well, that's just silly Who pays for a fake flower Especially by the hour When you have the real deal I know your wounds will heal :)
Tee hee, you mention a deal Maybe one out there is real I wrote some couplets about this guy Don't read if you are shy: Here's a little, just a tease (it might horrify -- or please) I have a slot I want to fill with someone nice and easy Find me please a man who will as long as he's not sleazy He must have a lot of class, money is a must I prefer a nice tight ass, and a good hard thrust He must be very funny and charm me with his talk He can lick my cunny and I will like his cock There's more: It's x-rated, but kind of a hoot Wait my computer wants to reboot. (I can't believe I wrote this - long long ago, in a province far away)
Your latest rhyme It blew my mind It's kind of flirty Super dirty A little quirky Not safe for worky Rhyming cock with talk Purists will balk X-rated lil is quite a thrill hope she finds mr. Money To satisfy her cunning
The whole poem is called "Scheduling" and was published in Bite Me, a book of poems about love and lust, published in Spring 1997. I guess I haven't submitted it to Hubski ever. I wonder why. (Honestly, I should be pming this to you. Here's the entirety: (By the way, the system is removing my stanza separations. BUGSKI, but including separations when I go into the alternate formatting.) With someone nice and easy. Send me please a man who will (So long as he's not sleazy). Money is a must. I'd prefer a small tight ass And a good hard thrust. And hardly ever late. His body should be pliable And not too out of date. To charm me with his talk. He can like my cunny And I will lick his cock. or married to a shrew. I don't want to be discreet The way I was with you. I juggle them like balls. Some slip under covers, And sometimes one just falls. To win that upward climb. You told me when you dropped me I took up too much time. Though you may laugh and taunt And I'll be rich and famous And still get all I want. I have a slot I want to fill He must have a lot of class. It's best if he's reliable I'd like him to be funny Make him not too famous It's true I've many lovers. You wanted to be famous, But I'll find that replacement -
I'm not going to get too sentimental like those other sticker valentines... Yeah, it's a great song that is perhaps hitting a little too close to home for you right now. Am I right? Hope you are well pal.