a love poem

[Lord_Beefcake]

May you live as long as you want to;
May you want to as long as you live.
If I'm asleep when you want to, wake me;
If I'm awake and don't want to, make me.
Here's to you, I'm glad that I metcha,
And now that I met you, I'm glad that I letcha,
And now that I letcha, I betcha I'd letcha again.

Here's to the drink that creates fire,
Here's to the drink that creates desire.
Not the kind that burns down shanties,
But the kind that burns down panties.

Here's to the qirl in the little red shoes,
She drinks my liquor, she drinks my booze.
She has no cherry but that's no sin,
She has the box the cherry came in.

Here's to the girl dressed in black,
She's dressed so fine, there's nothing to slack.
She feels so fine and kisses so sweet,
She makes things stand, that have no feet.

Here's to an hour of sweet repose,
Turn to tummy and toes to toes,
Then after an hour of such delight,
It's fanny to fanny for the rest of the night.

Now that I'm old and feeble,
And pilot light is out;
What used to be my sex appeal is now my waterspout.

I used to be embarrassed to make the thing behave,
For every single morning it would stand and watch me shave.
But now I'm getting old and it gives me the blues,
To have the thing hang down and watch me tie my shoes.

God made little boys, made them out of string,
He had a little left, made a little thing.
God made little girls, made them out of lace,
He ran a little short, and left a little space.

Thank You God.

:P

[picto]

:pikachu:

[blito]

hehe very funny :)

[blito]

in reply.. this is my idea of a falling-in-love poem :D

Confusion


Sitting here all alone trying to order my thoughts
The order of chaos! an order of sorts
I`ve been asked to write a poem by a girl i know
But i have nothing to write about, oh does it show!
Write about your feelings she said
Feelings about what? life? the news? me? her? me and her?
oh dear, now i`m confused

Me and her? the very thought plunges me into further chaos!
Maybe she wants to read about our love
But is there a me and her?
I didnt think there was, but maybe she does
Or maybe she thinks that i think there is,
Or maybe she thinks that i think that she thinks there is
oh dear, now i`m confused

Ok, i`ll write about her, thats what she must want
I`ll write about how wonderful she is and how great she makes me feel
But then will she think i`m after something of her?
Maybe she`ll think i`m trying to seduce her with my words...
Back to the me and her thing again..
oh dear, now i`m confused

So i`ll write about me, that will be easy for sure
I`ll tell her about the places ive been and the things I can do
I could write about how I climbed Everest but that wouldnt be true
I`ll write about how wonderful my.. actually no I wont
That would be self centered and boastfull and anyway, she wont want to read about me
Or does she?
oh dear, now i`m confused

She wants to read about my feelings!
But why? no, i really can`t guess
Right now my head is spinning round,in a mess
This wonderful girl is talking to me
No,she cannot be for i am never that lucky
Or am i?
oh dear, now i`m confused

[picto]

here is mine:

i started to write a poem for a girl i know ,
feelings raced through my head,
my brain was tempered by pure emotion
what yonder spirits spin the soul in such weaving ways,
then i thought,
that'd i'd definately like to give her one.
the end.

[blito]

HAHAHA

i like it :P


"my wife asked me for a definition of a Double Entendre... so i gave her one"