Thor is quite sexy
I will give you that
I wouldn't mind fucking
His long hard bat
And when we are through
I will give him kiss
Thinking of his super powers
Would bring me bliss
Thanks for the fun
Dear Kiera my friend
As the week starts
Hugs and kisses I send
Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. John's made his mess now he's gone for a nap
But I'm still right here with no urge to fap
That's not what I'm here for,those that know me know this
I'm here for a laugh and perhaps take the piss
But it's all said in fun so please don't be dismayed
Then again, if you are, it's tough shit I'm afraid
I'm not here to win prizes, don't mind the tag, "bitch"
All sticks and stones do is just make me itch
So thank you for reading, for taking the time
To cast your mince pies over my silly rhyme
*giggles*
Roses are red, amongst other things
I'm tired, need red bull, Cause it gives me wings
Looks up at Bobbie, I loved your rhyme
I hope to know you better, when we get time
Yes Gingers my best friend, and yes I am straight
But lately that seems to be up for debate
The girls do tease me and want me to have nookie
They know my weakness and offer me cookies
Chrissy you sweetheart, and my awesome friend
I had fun too we must do it again
AM got horny and made a right mess
Stroking his cock to relieve his stress
Puts on my kettle to make a pot of tea
To make a cuppa for Cindy and me
I scratch her back, to ease her itch
Its not so bad to be labelled a "bitch"
Some might say its gratifying, or maybe even satisfying
I call its sarcasm, the basis of British humour
But some just don't get it, or so that's the rumour
But you are right when all's said and done
Are we not all here to take the piss and have fun?
Roses are many colors indeed
I love writing about many things
I enjoy pushing myself each day
To enjoy life in every way
I love my Cowboy, my family, and friends
I make sure to tell them before the days end
I want to laugh more than I cry
Though sometimes its a battle to try
So I look to my flowers and sing
For soon they'll be back in Spring
Then my days are spent outside
With my Cowboy by my side
Our love goes beyond a screen
He is everything to me
Thank you Lush because of this place
I found a man who lights up my face
I found my song once again
Because I found a love that never ends
Thank you JohnC my sexy Cowboy
You're my forever joy
Roses are red
I love to give head
Does that make me a slut?
That's what he said
Money is green
And from what I've seen
Giving good head
Gets you treated like a queen
So am I a slut or a queen?
Soon to be seen
Maybe I'm both
If you know what I mean
Roses are red
I love to get head
A cock in her throat
Will sure float my boat
Slut is a name
For women with game
When I use the term
It's something you've earned
So crawl to me now
Give me some wow
Show me your stuff
I'll pleasure your muff
Roses of many shades
A bed you have made
Lovers enjoy your aroma
Awaken those in doubts coma
Gifts for special ceremony
Sometimes a sincere apology
You have so many tasks
But my favorite I tell last
See to me you are a friend
To those on the mend
You give joy to the hurt
Confidence to the flirts
But my favorite of all you do
Is so honest and true
Roses of many shades
For me a reminder is made
That roses will always bloom again
No matter what in life may end
Roses smell yummy
But I'd like daisies from my honey
I love simple things
They don't need to cost lots of money
You see, I prefer gestures
They mean so much more
You can't buy my love
That's not the treasure I store
I love the moments that come and go in a flash
The random conversations, spontaneous laugh
The teases and giggles, I'm adoring his joy
So I tell him to shush and act like a sass
Hell, I don't need daisies,
Pick me a weed
He is my sunshine
And that's all that I need
It's all in this thread,
Happy and sad
Good, bad and ugly
Even who fucked their Dad
A lot of it's bullshit
Disposable tripe
Some of it's ego
A load of self-hype
Some speak of love
Some of despair
But whatever the reason
That people post here
Each post shows an effort
Beyond "fuck" or "pass"
So to those poking fun
I'll just say, "Kiss my ass".
Roses are red
My daughter does obsess
About all girly things
And wants to be a Princess
She likes to dress up
In elegant things
Then she says mummy
Can you attach my wings
She is determined
And could one day be Queen
Not much older than Prince George
So it remains to be seen
She's smart and she's clever
And cute as can be
I think few could resist her
Most especially not he
So I shall look forward
To my daughters Coronation
And invite all my Lush friends
To the Palace Celebration
By then we'll be old though
And all need Zimmer frames
We can sip tea and reminisce
About fun in forum games
Some of my friends get along, some do not.
Others used to but don't any longer, so what?
Life changes, we all must accept that. Move on.
Don't tear at the hurts that are passed and long gone.
They say, "Time heals all wounds". I don't know if that's true,
But I know that to poke at old scars just won't do
Anything but to bring on more anger and pain
Till the cause is forgotten, just hatred remains.
If that's what you want, that's your choice, be my guest.
But don't let these things put newer friends to the test.
Roses are red
I have trouble with rhyme
But nothing else to do
So I have plenty of time
I joined not long ago
Just to have some fun
But working my shifts
I have really not begun
Some people I met
Some people I friended
Some only go one way
So the friendship is ended
Cybersluts may seem like fun
But they only think of number one
They just want to wank and get a cheap thrill
But HEY if that's your thing...OK...brill
But me, I like substance, a friend, not a tart
Someone that can win a place in my heart
So...wankers, just keep on and do what you do
And please rest assured....there are thousands like you.
Just not near me.
Roses are red
Parades are fun
Shamrocks are green
So lets celebrate a ton.
A parade to watch
Irish tunes galore
laughter at the bar
Keeps me yearning for more
Good times in March
Have just begun
Who wants to join me
Marching in the sun!l
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. A big YAYY for the Micks
Who know how to have fun
Without anger or angst
All they want is some fun
So a Slainte, a pogue
And then we're away
And we'll have the craic here on Paddy's day
Roses are red
St George's cross too
Guiness persuded
To celebrate paddy too
England's saint is St George
23rd April celebrate him too
To celebrate paddy and not you own saint
I believe is just fucking poo
You all been convinced
That Paddy's are best
I am telling you now
You've forgotten the rest
You all fell for marketing
And all of that mess
The brewers just want you
To drink lots of guiness
EDIT
To all you Paddies
And those of Irish descent
To critise you
That surely not meant
I wish you all
For paddy's day
just for you
Have a fucking good day
Roses are red
My St Paddy's rhyme
But I don't like Guinness
I prefer wine
To all the Irish
This I do say
Drink lots of whiskey
And have a nice day
Our Saints are important
And come from our past
St George was awesome
He kicked a dragons arse
I love my Country
Saints and Royalty
I love our Queen
Its called loyalty
So All paddy's have fun today
Drink, be merry as is your way
When you wake up and clutch your heads
I hope your in your own sweet beds
23rd April, I just cant wait
For our Saints day to celebrate
I'll go to Rosies and drink lots
And proudly wear my St Georges cross
Roses are Red
Clovers are Green
I'm a silly dork
Not at all mean
Just listen to what I say
You gotta wear green
Cause on St. Patricks Day
You may get pinched by Me
Pinch Pinch really fast
On your leg or arm
And tomorrow at breakfast
I'm having Lucky charms
Roses are red
He's on a road trip again
Not yet to me
I have to wait another two weeks
Now he's in New Mexico
Still a few days to go
I get a bit crabby went he goes away
He gives me love sappy to put a smile on my face
But I pout and I fuss until he returns
Just the way that I am, this he has learned.
It's really his fault and the fault is not mine
He's spoiled too much, so now I will whine
My roses are yellow
Today Im not so mellow
I dislike being so sick
This fucking head cold
Is becoming a right prick
My mood is black as the night to be
I write of my unhappiness I want to be free
Free of headaches
Snotty nose and tissues
Sodding fucking lemons
This cat keeps meowing
I don't even like violets
But I adore the colour
Cat Im warning you fuck off
My lil mice catchers go out in the fields
My head will find some pillows
Not yet to sports we go
The things I do
I fucking hope they appreciate me too.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm so fucking wet
I can't get out of bed
Clovers are Green
Boogers are too
Leprechaun so mean
He flicks them at you
Hes a pest
With yellow teeth
Does his best
To work the streets
Pay him in gold
He'll love you forever
Your fortune he stole
Cause he's quit clever
Roses are red
Panties are green
Loving the Irish
So ready to bed
Rose petals are curly
I fell asleep early
I missed saying goodnight
Which makes me feel surly
I looked for a snack
A sweet substitute
But nothing was found
So I just drank some juice
My knee has been injured
And I've not been to the gym
But tomorrow I must
If I want to stay trim
Now I am bored
Mad that I woke
I have the worst sleep habits
It's no fuckin joke
Hearts on fire
Burning bright
Feel our passion
Day or night
Happy together
Forever more
In my arms
One day I'm sure
Until then
You are with me
In my heart
You will forever be!
Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. 
