Prosecco in the chiller
French brie with rice crackers
Carrot and celery sticks
We were off to a picnic!
We walked a mile
deep into the curve
of the sandy bay
passed the nude beach
waved at saggy breasts and balls
We set up the sun tent
spent a Sunday morning
making out
But we told everyone
that “We are off to a picnic!”
Tag: humour
Pragmatic
Sexy lingerie
is the kindling
disintegrating into
the furnace of passion
To buy
or not to buy
Out of Place
The adductor
in the gym
makes me think of
right move
wrong place
#cassaquote – 42
The saddest thing for love is being so close to each other, and yet just can’t come together.
Aussie Mateship
Exception
Let no one
Walk all over you
Except
A kneading kitten
Over Sharing
This piece is inspired by Baker’s Introduction Poem
The meetings
The idealists
Oh how annoying
Hands waving
Pick me, me , me
Machine gun firing ideas
Who is gonna get down
and carry out the plan
And who will pick up the pieces
scattered around the finish line
At least
I have control over poetry
I started one
and I definately finish it
Even sometimes it reads rubbish
I may not get recognised for brilliance
I certainly get a medal for persistence
I ranted
like bursting a pimple
What a relief
Oops
Kitty is rubbing himself incessantly
on the corner of my mobile phone.
I am holding tight to stop sending
the sandwich text prematurely.
It will be bad, very bad
if you only get the flimsy bun
and the brunt of the meat
without the spongy esteem.
Kitty doesn’t like me ignoring him.
No, no, not a bit!
He progresses to lie between me
and the phone screen.
It’s hard to perfect a message ensemble
while ducking my head left and right.
Aaaaaachoo!
Gone the message with scramble words.
Oops!!!
Opposite Genres
Reading biography and erotica
is the polar opposite.
The former
condenses a whole long life
into a bound book.
The later
inflates a five minute act
to an eight pages ramble.
You now see
why I love reading biographies
and
why I feel so ripped off
by erotica.
😁
Bad Advice
This little poem is inspired by My Writing Routine by M L Woldman
The sexy therapist suggested me
to masturbate
to be in touch
with myself
I refused
How could you expect
splendid firework
if you wet the fuse
Flicker of Thoughts 