Poetry Blogs (Bawdy humour)
Soap on a rope
Where’s the soap? Yes it does she replied.
With that all knowing look, and a glint in her eyes.
Saturday 8th December 2018 11:14 am
That went down a splash
If poetry was shit I’d be really constipated
Sitting on the crapper feeling contemplative
Obviously, I know I can’t really po a tree
But I’ve often flushed a log down the lav a tree
Sunday 2nd December 2018 9:04 am
Sex in a rowing boat
is something i've never tried,
a couple of oars
are generally supplied.
Monday 10th October 2016 4:48 pm
I dreamed of Kim Kardashian
just the other day.
I dreamed that she had cellulite
and her hair was going grey.
I thought : she's just the one for me
we seemed to click and we talked
about the weather in Sowerby
and the cost of running a cat.
I escorted her to a burger van
we had a roll and coffee.
I thought she would have expected more
like champagne and banoff...
Tuesday 21st July 2015 8:22 pm
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:20 pm
How could a name be prettier?
You’re up there with the Chardonnays
Bianca, Sharon, Mel and Jade
Once kiss from you my lips enflame
To pass you by it causes pain
you burn your name into my hide
you penetrate me deep inside
one look from me into your eyes
and I’m left barren, sterilised…
No name on earth i...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 9:24 pm