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Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts

Friday 23 September 2022

ROSES ARE VIOLET

 

Roses are Violet

Violets are Lilac

Lilacs are Roses

And she wants then back

Wednesday 27 July 2022

WHAT ARE THE POINT OF PEARLS?

 

What are the point of pearls?

If not strung in elaborate swirls

About the necks of pretty girls

Or on tiaras amidst their curls

For Girls bring lustre to the pearls

And pearls add beauty to the girls


Monday 9 August 2021

REAR PROPORTIONS

 

Bimbette said “Tell me Peachy, do

These jeans make my bum look big?”

“Truthfully?” Peaches replied 

“Your bum makes the jeans look big”

Friday 6 August 2021

ROSES AND VIOLETS

 

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

God made your friend pretty,

But what happened to you?

Friday 9 July 2021

I ONCE KNEW A GIRL CALLED JO # 2

 

I once knew a girl called Jo

Jo with the deep voice

Oh how she made me rejoice

She was so very choice

With no Adams apple

I’m pleased to say

Saturday 19 June 2021

ROSES ARE RED

 

Rose’s are red

Violet’s are blue

Daisy’s are white

Lily’s are too

 

Poppy’s are red

Iris’s are blue

Panzy’s are varied

Petunia’s are too

 

Ruby’s are red

Saphire’s are blue

Pearls are white

Jazmin’s are too

 

Marigold’s are orange

Hyacinth’s are blue

Holly’s  are scratchy

Heather’s are too

 

May’s are white

Fern’s are green

Ivy’s are variegated

And very often seen

 

Busy Lizzie’s

Colours are many

And Honeysuckle

Doesn’t wear any

Sunday 23 May 2021

SHE WAS A VERY BIG LASS

 

She was a very big lass

And Apple shaped I suppose

But she was dressed

In quite unsuitable clothes

 

Beige Lycra pedal pushers

And a long white clingy top

They would have looked better

Left hanging in the shop

 

It certainly was a sight

I wouldn’t easily forget

As I watched her in the sun

Looking like a melting cornet

Thursday 21 July 2011

GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS

BIG MO

Big Mo was engineered
To perfection
Designed for comfort
And consummate pleasure
From her long shapely legs,
Ample buttocks
And rolling hips
To her well filled blouse
Big Mo was
State of the art

A fast little number
With a fine racing chassis
Bodywork with Classic lines
Well upholstered
With a lush interior
A well run motor
Purrs like a kitten
When warmed up
When well oiled
Hot and racy
Naught to naked
In 30 seconds
Naught to naughty
All nightlong

GAYNOR

Gaynor was pretty enough
Not top draw or second rate
But apart from being common
Gaynor was unfortunately Jailbait

DEBBIE

I went out with a Debbie once
But most men of my generation
Have been out with a Debbie
It was hard to avoid any association

It was because of Debbie Reynolds
The actress from America
She was in “Singing in the Rain”
You know, Carrie Fishers Mother

They were hard to avoid anyway
They came in all shapes and sizes
Some were full of port and lemon
Some were full of surprises

But don’t think the name made
Debbie’s different to any other
I’m just bitter because my Debbie
Went off with my brother

BRENDA’S BUM

Brenda’s bum was the roundest
The most ethetically soundest
Being perfectly symetrical
Globular and spherical
And firm to the touch
Which I liked very much
So for me the number one
Was Brenda’s perfect bum

STEPHANIE

She was certainly a sight
To wet any appetite
Elegant and graceful
Understatedly sexual
Outshining the sex kittens
The vamps and the vixens
Mouth-wateringly tantalising
Deliciously appetising
All the time she was there
All eyes consumed her
She would grace any menu
At any type of venue
But her appearance was brief
She was but an aperitif
But she was surely a sight
To wet any appetite

BELINDA

I don’t have a foot fetish
I am not particularly into feet
But Belinda’s were perfection
Exquisitely small and neat

I’ve always thought feet ugly
I know mine are of that kind
But her perfect painted toes
Made me change my mind

CHARLIES LEGS

Charlie had fabulous legs
From ankle up to her thigh
And wrapped in black stocking
They really caught the eye

SALLY

Sally was a lovely girl,
The daughter of family friends
Our parents thought to interfere
To join us for the own ends

And being in Sally’s company
Was enjoyable and pleasing
We had always been close
Sharing jokes and teasing

But anything else than that
I would just have to resist her
For to have a sexual relationship
Would have been like bedding my sister

But I was relieved to find out
That Sally had told her mother
That it was simply immoral
To be expected to marry her brother

JUICY LUCY

Juicy Lucy
Game and goosey
Lucy loosey
What a watusi
Juicy Lucy
Loosey goosey

LAURA, LAURA

Laura, Laura
How I adore her
I saw her, Laura.
Laura with the Aura
I saw her with Cora,
The lovely Senora
What’s she doing for her?
Laura for the Senora
Ah she’s sharing her Aura

PANDORA

Ah there’s Pandora see?
Satisfying Laura Lee
And she doing it orally

DIRTY SUSIE

While dirty Susie
Was giving me a blow
She did so well
I almost let my load go
So I withdrew myself
From the abyss
Sucked at her tits
And gave her muff a kiss
Then I bent her over
For doggie kind
Then banged her snatch
From behind

GERTY

A young lady called Gerty
Is perky and flirty
Divertingly perty
And just down right dirty

MARTI

A young lady called Marti
Is vivacious and hearty
And just a bit tarty
But great fun at a party

Wednesday 11 August 2010

GIRLS

MONDAY’S GIRL

Monday’s girl
Blessed with beauty’s kiss
So fair of face
Do swains’ heartbeats miss?
As suitors court
For her hand in wedded bliss

TUESDAY’S GIRL

Tuesday’s girl
Gracefully elegant
Slender and lithe
In form and movement
Struts the catwalk
For an outrageous payment

WEDNESDAY’S GIRL

Wednesday’s girl
So full of woe
How does fickle love
Mistreat you so

Sad Wednesday girl
Left with red eyes
By unfaithful love
For whom she cries

Oh Wednesday girl
Weeping for her lover
Don’t waste your tears
You will find another

THURSDAY’S GIRL

Thursday’s girl
Ticket in hand
Adventurous travel
Has been planned
For her sojourn
To a foreign land

FRIDAY’S GIRL

Friday’s girl
For loving you yearn
But you are too giving
When will you learn?

SATURDAY’S GIRL

Saturday’s girl
Thinks only of work
No time to live
No appetite to shirk

Work is her life
Her own personal heaven
Seven days a week
Twenty four seven

But when she looks back
At the end of her days
Will she regret?
Her workaholic ways

SUNDAY’S GIRL

Sunday’s girl
So sweet and lovely
A blithe spirit
Light hearted and carefree

Sunday’s girl
Innocently happy
Virtuous and chaste
And perfectly pretty