Swimming was this coed's choice of sport
Some nice teammates with whom to cavort
There was one special one
With whom she had fun,
but he wore an athletic support.
The weather outside was so cold,
Roses are red,
by an old saying I'm led,
be a Lady in public,
and a whore in the bed.
I flirt and I tease,
and all of it's fun,
we're playing a game,
when all's said and done.
But for all the flirting,
there's one thing I expect,
and that is to be
treated with respect.
Roses are red,
it was not the word, Juli,,
but how it was used,
that made me unruly.
When used in fun,
by friends we know,
there is no limit,
to how far we go.
But used that way,
I felt it was rude,
and worse than that,
excessively crude.
A thought, suggestive.
Our bodies entwined in bed.
Loving each other.
Roses are red,
my temper was heated,
you should have seen,
the rhymes I deleted.
I rarely complain,
or make a to-do,
over rhymes that I read,
but this abused you.
When adding friends,
I am rather selective,
but with those I add,
I am very protective.
Like a Mother Hen,
shielding her chicks.
especially against,
rude, crude ------. (suggestions are welcomed for those wishing to add the missing word.)
Now if that invitation,
to bed is still there,
turn back the covers,
I'm coming in bare.
Roses are red,
this thread is for flirting.
Lots of suggestive,
fun, but no hurting.
Innuendos are fun,
greeted with a cheer,
but it's rare that obscenities,
are welcome in here.
We all enjoy fun,
some is slightly 'rude',
bet never, not ever,
is anyone crude.
So if that kind of rhyme,
is all you can write,
I suggest that you go,
find some other site.
Body Odour, bad breath, bad manners.
A Haiku is set.
First line of five syllables.
Then seven, Then five.
My body is mine.
I share it with those I like.
Mutual delight.
Will it matter which of us loses?
I will let you choose, Bill, best two out of three?
Roses are red,
all heads are turned,
Let celebrations begin,
Paige has returned.
Welcome back, Paige,
not seen you for ages,
at least not in this thread,
and I looked back 5 pages.
There once was a man that drank only beer
He did it so he wouldn’t appear queer
He’d then down a shot
Shouted, I’m feeling so hot ,
are there any horny sluts here?
Lynn took off her top in the mall,
Roses are red,
we all are unique,
nobody here can
be called a freak.
Our kinks are our own,
others may not enjoy,
the methods or toys,
that some employ.
But one thing we share,
in our hours of leisure,
we all enjoy,
sexual pleasure.
Wine. Can't stand the smell of beer.
One of the only two words in the English language with all five vowels once each and in the right order. ABSTEMIOUS.
Bacon. (what is Nutella?)
Whatever you want....and I do mean Whatever.
