If I'm the path
and you're the bike
ride along
or take a hike
If I could gather
all my tweeps
in one room
would lock for keeps
A cute guy
smiled at me
with teeth and lips
so I would see
If you're the pore
and I'm the sweat
I will glisten
you'll look wet
Let me say
that you are grand
so unique
and in demand
A cute girl
smiled my way
with winks and nods
I'll call her Gaye
I saw a bee
rub all about
then take flight
spreads pollen out
If you're the promise
and I'm the deed
say your peace
for me to heed
Oh sweet lover
you're in bed
I'll tuck you in
and give you head
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Four Lines at a time
If I'm the deck
and you're the chair
sit upon me
I won't care
She is cute
she likes country
that's okay
she is cute
All the oil
oozing from the Earth
A nasty hole
with mighty girth
I like Stella
it's a beer
cool and crisp
bring it here
The beer is cold
the beer is good
the beer is ready
and drink I should
She wore boots
instead of flats
kicky and sexy
where it's at
If I'm the sky
and you're the clouds
roll on in
make me proud
Did you read it?
I need to know
Did you get it?
Did you grow?
If apes and man
are not related
that's good news
would you like a banana?
here's what I want
please come near
truth is painful
so is fear
She'd rather text
with him in sight
then talk about it
during his fright
He is cute
and so is she
Her pink hair
doesn't matter
Oh the locals
were acting silly
I joined in
I'm not chilly
They don't get a table
until I go
I will leave
I'm no asshole
and you're the chair
sit upon me
I won't care
She is cute
she likes country
that's okay
she is cute
All the oil
oozing from the Earth
A nasty hole
with mighty girth
I like Stella
it's a beer
cool and crisp
bring it here
The beer is cold
the beer is good
the beer is ready
and drink I should
She wore boots
instead of flats
kicky and sexy
where it's at
If I'm the sky
and you're the clouds
roll on in
make me proud
Did you read it?
I need to know
Did you get it?
Did you grow?
If apes and man
are not related
that's good news
would you like a banana?
here's what I want
please come near
truth is painful
so is fear
She'd rather text
with him in sight
then talk about it
during his fright
He is cute
and so is she
Her pink hair
doesn't matter
Oh the locals
were acting silly
I joined in
I'm not chilly
They don't get a table
until I go
I will leave
I'm no asshole
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Four Line - Jenny lines
Delicious dishes
making wishes
for lots and lots
of gushy kisses
If you're the soap
and I'm the dirt
rub around me
we will flirt
making wishes
for lots and lots
of gushy kisses
If you're the soap
and I'm the dirt
rub around me
we will flirt
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Four Line - Jenny Poems 12
Windy times
blow about
the hats and hair
of those in doubt
Mired deep
in drudgery sleep
through REM to reap
the mind to keep
You're the patron
I'm the stool
sit upon me
so I may fool
And oh with that
I won't compete
I won't digress
I won't repeat
I'm too much
I must admit
I carried on
I threw a fit
You're the speed bump
I'm the issue
ride over slowly
bring a tissue
On the path
I saw a turtle
before I left
I named her Myrtle
I like the grass
up to my ass
no I don't
that would tickle
War is bad
while sex is good
guns are blazing
you give wood
If in the end
you still don't know
it's too late
you have to go
blow about
the hats and hair
of those in doubt
Mired deep
in drudgery sleep
through REM to reap
the mind to keep
You're the patron
I'm the stool
sit upon me
so I may fool
And oh with that
I won't compete
I won't digress
I won't repeat
I'm too much
I must admit
I carried on
I threw a fit
You're the speed bump
I'm the issue
ride over slowly
bring a tissue
On the path
I saw a turtle
before I left
I named her Myrtle
I like the grass
up to my ass
no I don't
that would tickle
War is bad
while sex is good
guns are blazing
you give wood
If in the end
you still don't know
it's too late
you have to go
Four Line - Jenny Poems 11
I know a way
to find the treasure
look around
and notice pleasure
If you're the drum
and I'm the skin
pull me tight
and we'll begin
At the end
of this week
I'll see my friend
I may freak
I dislike
the day to come
no time to play
no time for rum
I like your boots
and your pussy
what's the problem
you showed them to me
I want to know
about the best
how we contrive
how we contest
I like the fact
that I am known
as one who loves
as one who's prone
Ugh and wat
and huh and wuts
If you speak
they'll think you're nuts
to find the treasure
look around
and notice pleasure
If you're the drum
and I'm the skin
pull me tight
and we'll begin
At the end
of this week
I'll see my friend
I may freak
I dislike
the day to come
no time to play
no time for rum
I like your boots
and your pussy
what's the problem
you showed them to me
I want to know
about the best
how we contrive
how we contest
I like the fact
that I am known
as one who loves
as one who's prone
Ugh and wat
and huh and wuts
If you speak
they'll think you're nuts
Friday, May 28, 2010
Four Line Jenny Poems #10
I have to say
you did your part
to not confuse
or break the art
The full Moon rises
without a doubt
the Earth moves slowly
the Moon doesn't care
I can know
about the news
when we engage
no one will lose
I have lovers
lots of them
they make me smile
they lift my hem
As we move forward
to forget the past
our bad memories
will never last
My watch keeps time
But I am late
A lesson learned
I missed the date
Oh sunshine
oh daisy
oh blooming
like crazy
I felt you up
you went down
our lips connect
our time profound
Once I knew
a guy named Larry
He dumped me
for a guy named Harry
That was too easy
I must admit
Like smiles and laughter
When we commit
Of all the sheep
that like to wallow
through shearing lanes
nice wool to follow
All the bodies
born on Earth
The countless billions
who shared in mirth
Four Line Jenny Poems #9
I want to laugh
and make merry
no time for doubt
the look is scary
I saw this guy
reminded me of Clarke
with a demeanor fine
I would do him
I love my jokes
with all the flurry
of one who stokes
thoughts not dreary
If I'm the sweat
and you're the drip
down my face
you will slip
If you're the pen
and I'm the ink
spell some words
to make them think
When we begin
to never end
our hearts entwined
our love will blend
If we pretend
we are happy
some will think
that we are sappy
If you get burned
by the sun
you fucked up
you ruined your fun
If you're the tea
and I'm the cup
lift to my lips
I'll sip you up
If you're the watch
and I'm the time
I'll keep you wound
you'll be sublime
I cannot wait
until you leave
I'll miss you dearly
a tale to weave
I ate meat
you ate salad
I ate protein
you didn't
Will write one more
before I go
my beer is empty
I'm sad to know
and make merry
no time for doubt
the look is scary
I saw this guy
reminded me of Clarke
with a demeanor fine
I would do him
I love my jokes
with all the flurry
of one who stokes
thoughts not dreary
If I'm the sweat
and you're the drip
down my face
you will slip
If you're the pen
and I'm the ink
spell some words
to make them think
When we begin
to never end
our hearts entwined
our love will blend
If we pretend
we are happy
some will think
that we are sappy
If you get burned
by the sun
you fucked up
you ruined your fun
If you're the tea
and I'm the cup
lift to my lips
I'll sip you up
If you're the watch
and I'm the time
I'll keep you wound
you'll be sublime
I cannot wait
until you leave
I'll miss you dearly
a tale to weave
I ate meat
you ate salad
I ate protein
you didn't
Will write one more
before I go
my beer is empty
I'm sad to know
Four Line Jenny Poems #8
The river flows
sometimes down stream
with ebbs and flows
like morning dreams
I hate cigarettes
with all my passion
you smoke anyway
dumbass
I like beer
you like wine
I am happy
at times you whine
If we travel
out the door
we'll see plenty
we'll see more
You wear purple
to entice
I wear blue
because it's nice
Shift your weight
upon the sand
you'll sink in
impressions grand
When we mingle
with the strangers
all inhibitions
succumb to dangers
Some guys are fags
and they hate women
too bad for them
this won't rhyme
When we show up
to make the scene
our hearts are full
our makeup clean
She cut my hair
it fell to the floor
afraid to look
I'll grow more
sometimes down stream
with ebbs and flows
like morning dreams
I hate cigarettes
with all my passion
you smoke anyway
dumbass
I like beer
you like wine
I am happy
at times you whine
If we travel
out the door
we'll see plenty
we'll see more
You wear purple
to entice
I wear blue
because it's nice
Shift your weight
upon the sand
you'll sink in
impressions grand
When we mingle
with the strangers
all inhibitions
succumb to dangers
Some guys are fags
and they hate women
too bad for them
this won't rhyme
When we show up
to make the scene
our hearts are full
our makeup clean
She cut my hair
it fell to the floor
afraid to look
I'll grow more
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