ROMANTIC RHYME'S (Page 2)

Two Couplets for My Dumplings

Potsticker, Potsticker,
How you make my heart flicker.

While you snap in the pan,
I'll do jazzhands!

TODAY I LIVE
TOMORROW I'LL DIE
NOT A TEAR TO BE SHED
ONLY DRY EYES

Posted by james tate
TODAY I LIVE
TOMORROW I'LL DIE
NOT A TEAR TO BE SHED
ONLY DRY EYES

INTO THE FILTHY GROUND
T'WHERE THERE BE NO SOUND
SOMEONE WREAKS SOMETHING BAD
THE MOURNERS? THEY WON'T BE SAD
THEY'LL JUST BE GLAD
OLD STINKY? HE'LL BE MAD

If I put my heart in your hands
Would you leave it free to fly
Or would you clench your fist
Allowing love to die

Posted by venusianbull
If I put my heart in your hands
Would you leave it free to fly
Or would you clench your fist
Allowing love to die

he'd pull you in close
and nibble your ear
and whisper those words
that you long to hear...

"VB you're gorgeous
so warm and so tender.
Now get back in the kitchen
and start up the blender"

V/B I LOV IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

P/B YOU WISH HE SUCKED

R/N/A/B I LOV THAT BLENDER THING

MAKE THAT RNAP

WHOOHOO RNAP! And he BETTER be giving my arse a slap on the way back to that kitchen! 😄

I gonna slap yo azz bitch,
I gonna slap yo azz
make me apple crumble bitch
or I gonna slap yo azz
make sho yo peel them apples bitch
and take out the seeds and core
then pour warm cool whip over me'
and fuck me on the flo'

Sheeesh....
Here I sit with a broken heart
Took ten pills, now my truck won't start.
Took the advice from one other trucker,
Took ten pills more and pushed the sucker.

LOL Oh my goodness, on both counts.

Posted by MrFirebird
Sheeesh....
Here I sit with a broken heart
Took ten pills, now my truck won't start.
Took the advice from one other trucker,
Took ten pills more and pushed the sucker.

gas smells bad
nooses can give,
razor blades hurt -
you might as well live

GO TO THE TOP OF THE TALL BUILDING
JUMP
DECIDE YOU MADE A MISTAKE ON THE WAY DOWN
SPLAT

So does that mean the last thing on your mind is your anus?

DEPENDS

True, arc of descent, trajectory, etc. Does one land on their feet, their head, flat on their back. Too many variables.

PERHAPS ONE JUST LANDS ON ONE'S TOE'S

And perhaps there are flying monkeys and a field of poppies somewhere.

Chasing the dragon..through the land of the floating green head.

Posted by james tate
Really nice,
really nice.

A moment in history!!! The first time you didn't use all caps 😉

My Dear Try
most Capricorns being shy use caps to get noticed.
You will note no one fucks with me.
except old hands like v/b.
so there you are

lov tate

It's a job I relish highly.

Posted by everevolvingepithet

Posted by venusianbull
Chasing the dragon..through the land of the floating green head.

Hehe

click to expand

😄

I COULD RELISH A BLOW JOB

Be a bit difficult from cross the Pond, anything local?

YOU DO LIKE RELISH ON YOUR HOTDOGS RIGHT?

Nope. Sauerkraut, brown mustard and onion.

DAMN TALK ABOUT BAD BREATH THE NEXT MORNING

Ah...this thread...

Posted by james tate
DAMN TALK ABOUT BAD BREATH THE NEXT MORNING

LOL It's called brushing your teeth. After kraut breath is the least of your worries.

LOOK MY GERMAN LOV
I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT
YOUR PARENTS WERENT HIDING IN THE U.S.A. AFYRT THE WAR
TALKING THAT KRAUT STUFF TO ME.

Not to my recollection seeing as how my Da was born at the end of WWII. Would you cease flaunting my heritage, yeesh. What next? What color knickers I wear? The bloody cheek.

MY, MY, MY THE LITTLE ONE HAS A SPARK OF ANGER IN HER VOICE

I LIKE IT

More where that came from. LOL Likes my attitudinal. Little spitfire.

I EMBRACE THE HATE
I LIVE FOR THE FIGHT
NOW HOW DO I MAKE 4 & 20 PIGIONS BAKED IN A PIE?

Seine Liebe zur vb ist herzerw?_rmend

Awwww..🙂

Thanksgiving Day Pickle

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(A Thxgiving Day Poem based on actual events)

Pickle, Pickle, Pickle
What a Thanksgiving Day Pickle.
Her sister wanted stuffing---
I offered her the plate---
She said my kindness warmed her muffin.

There was no choice--
I had to eat alongside her.
We talked about life and her mating habits of a spider.
Which naturally made me think---
Surely someone spiked the cider.

When the turkey came around---
She offered me her breast--
now I was sure this was all a test,
cause she didn't flirt with other guests.

Pickle, pickle, pickle....
What a Thanksgiving Day Pickle.

Later that night she revealed that
she always liked me--- head-to-toe.
I instantly excused myself
and ran back to the still warm
--mashed potatoes.

I bet this all sounds like an exaggerated tale or some old fable.
But I can assure you that next year....
I'm sitting at the children's table.

GO WGA

This thread needs to go down that long lonly road.
for my true lov has grown cold
I set alone in the darkness of my lonly room and this room is a prison to me.
I stole the last part.

poor old James, his heart is broke
spends his nights at home doing "the stroke"
the girl has gone - he searched near and far
but all he has left is his avatar

was she two timing him?
was she just a big cheat?
or did she join a lesbian cult
where there's different things to eat?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA