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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago
Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound |
I was reminded of this Wendy Cope poem on the radio this morning:
Two Cures for Love
1. Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter.
2. The easy way: get to know him better.
The there is the one for the insecure single men on here:
Faint Praise
Size isn’t everything. It’s what you do
That matters, darling, and you do it quite well
In some respects. Credit where credit’s due –
You work, you’re literate, you rarely smell.
Small men can be aggressive, people say,
But you are often genial and kind,
As long as you can have things all your way
And I comply, and do not speak my mind.
You look all right. I’ve never been disgusted
By paunchiness. Who wants some skinny youth?
My friends have warned me that you can’t be trusted
But I protest I’ve heard you tell the truth.
Nobody’s perfect. Now and then, my pet,
You’re almost human. You could make it yet.
And the one on gaining an ex:
Loss
The day he moved out was terrible -
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn't a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.
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Check-out
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! so close, those narrow hips.
Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace,
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream
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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago
Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound |
"Check-out
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! so close, those narrow hips.
Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace,
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream
"
If all trips to the supermarket could be like that. |
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"Check-out
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! so close, those narrow hips.
Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace,
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream
If all trips to the supermarket could be like that."
This one's my own creation ... no need to guess what goes on in my mind at Tesco's then  |
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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago
Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound |
"Check-out
Hey you, six-two, in the line next to mine,
tousled sun kissed hair, divine
blue eyes , blue jeans, soft parted lips
oh god! so close, those narrow hips.
Firm curved biceps, jean clad thighs,
black leather belt, button flies.
Look at me, grab me, kiss my face
this prim and proper wife, disgrace,
my prudish straight-laced life displace.
Throw me helpless rag-doll giggling, upon the still conveyor,
wriggling, squealing, wanton, gasping.
Slip your tongue between my lips, then grasping
hands upon my hips, just take me hard whilst I’m atop
the chaos of the weekly shop.
Pin me down and spill my cream
upon the floor then make me scream
Oh god! oh god!
Well I can dream
If all trips to the supermarket could be like that.
This one's my own creation ... no need to guess what goes on in my mind at Tesco's then "
Very evocative. Thanks for sharing your pome with us.  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Thought I'd ressurect this thread after reading about how people unwind after a stressful day.
I wrote this one quite a few years ago now, but I read it often to remind myself how to destress one's mind.
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DISCONNECTED
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Disconnect me from this powerful world,
Remove the wires that pipe to my soul.
Stop the telephones from trying to invade,
Please leave me in my ignorant shade.
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Turn off the television, stop it's damn noise,
Silence the radio, don't hear it's voice.
Smash the screens in a computational slaughter,
I don't want to be part of this any more.
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Scream at me to think like your unapproachable mind,
I'll just go my own way and leave you far behind,
And laugh at your leaders while they laugh at you,
And you'll stay entrapped in this wired up zoo.
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I'm cutting the cables so that I can hear silence,
My brain is logging off, parking the violence.
My thoughts are in turmoil, struggling to form,
Phrases and rhymes - mindset to inform.
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But where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack with Little Bo Peep! |
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