She, orphaned at birth
Revealed, he comforts with sex
Moderate language

A lesson in the importance of being sensitive
She, orphaned at birth
Revealed, he comforts with sex
Moderate language
Empirical proof is always worth the effort
A keen mathematician, Tallulah
Would not let young boastful chaps fool her
Evidence, she’d insist
Even before they kissed
And checks both length and girth with a ruler
Ruining Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Time marches forward
Hearts once one, separated
Distance between us
Problem was he liked to jog past schools and old peoples homes you see…
A well endowed runner from Dallas
Had real problems controlling his phallus
When out jogging would slip
From his shorts, shaft and tip
Couldn’t help it, intended no malice
Defiling the ancient beauty of Haiku one poem at a time!
Self isolating
Husbands false expectation
wife contacts HR
Pretty sure this is a thing. Bet there are web sites dedicated to it.
Once a fellow who gladly would savour
His gaseous girls rectal flavour
Inhaled her bottom gusts
and they filled him with lust
Made more foul by the beans that he gave her
____________
Here’s a follow up, a 2 for 1
____________
A foul smelling fan, name of Martin
Got turned on when his wife started farting
He’d breath in butt aroma
Made him quite a loud moaner
He’d explode when her butt cheeks were parting
_________
Sorry
Not sorry
A warning to try on your jeans once a week
Self Isolating
Mere metres from the fridge
Unrelenting growth
With a flacid whimper
Christmas excess calls
There in the shade does not grow
what was once in light
It is Monday after all. Just about. It just about rhymes. Kinda.
Eproctophilia out in the garden
met a flatulent lass “Beg your pardon”
She proclaimed, did a toot
He breathed in her bum fruit
And it gave him a fart fuelled huge hardon
Look I know, takes some effort reading it but it just kind of slipped out. Reminded me of the time I did those haiku about fetishes and then when I was teaching in that time and left the research on the laptop when I plugged in in front of about twenty 10 year olds.
Another one of these. Art all by my fair hands!
Crisp autumnal days
Filled with rage out on the streets
Dog shit ‘neath the leaves
Shall we? Been sooo long since we did.
Autumn Leaves appear
At last Moobs will stop sweating
Fattie hates summer
Shall we?
Though chasms divide
Hearts long, sweet caress do crave
Such needs unfulfilled
Friday baby yeah!
Scant inhibitions
Do not neglect your hygiene
And scotch guard your couch
Hygiene. It matters.
Angles and filters
Perfect image does portray
Time the truth reveals
A Monday quickie for you
Broadband connected
God’s child once had no wifi
innocence stolen
Hey look leah I found my pen!
asbestos taste buds
faal, hot as satan’s anus
cooling yoghurt dip
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
Bright days end furnace
Crimson red and burnished gold
Quenched ‘neath horizon
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
silvery mistress
cold caress then turns away
always to return
god I need to work on these…
Just a normal haiku. Makes me feel a little dirty to be honest with you.
Rains turn autmn rust
and withering falll from bough
under foot to die
Oh I really don’t know about that. I even had to google ‘bough’. I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes. That’s a lot of effort.
Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.
And screw you Monday too!
Sweet hyperbole
In pursuit of fair romance
oft on deaf ears falls
Hygiene. It matters.
Close and intimate
personal care neglected
Sweet ardour dampened
It’s Saturday here already.
Time brings forgiveness
and oft makes right hearts once wronged
forgiveness once more
Happy Monday everyone!
Two lives become one
familiar, boundries blur
Hearts drifting apart
So lovely…
How do I love thee
Perfect in every way
Sweet where others foul
The heart wants what the heart wants
Darkest desires
drive dubious decisions
lifetime of regret