Would you?

[butters]

Oh, jeez, I ache

Shut up! You always ache
You ache in the morning when we wake up
in the afternoon, once the T3s wear off
and again, at bedtime. No wonder
our sleep is non-existent.

We-ell, listen to Missus Frontal-Fuckin' Lobotomy!
Like you've never ached, all tight up there,
secure in our cranium, perchin' high up
on me. No wonder I'm stiff all the time...

For heaven's sake, all of yas just shut
up. You haven't given me a quiet moment
to myself so I can fix us ALL up with an orgasm...
That's right, I am the supplier
of endless endorphins...

'Scuse meee! What in hell are you on about?
You supply endorphins? You! Fuck you-

Yes please!

Good grief, don't interrupt my pituitary
you loose labia'd pussy!

OINK! Oink...

<gasp>for fuck's sake, <pant> I'm racin' here
plus you've upset the pig valve... Crap
I'm poundin'. My pulse is all fluttery...

Settle down, Heart. I'm just a bit upset
and it's all indigestion. If Miss Clitty
would stop hidin' there in that hood
I'm sure our fingers could get busy
and calm us all down with a little
masturbation... or we could have a cookie...

mmm... Lemme lick my lips, jus' a sec...
I love the taste of cookies...

Y'know, ladies, from where I'm sittin'
things would have been a lot better
off if Brain, in her endless pursuit
of adrenaline, had kept us in our bed
that morning when Knee got twisted
all to hell on the ski hill. I know
I'm just an ass, but I speak
from Heart here. Don't let Stomach
dull our emotions by tying Tongue
in knots for empty calories and maybe
if Fingers would just massage Neck
a minute... Well, you see where
I'm goin' here? No? I'll tell ya...

Oh! Here we go... We twins
are gonna get nibbled and pinched,
aren't we? You're gonna ask
us to jiggle provocatively...

That's right Titty, we'll just dance
our way into a little roll around
with the hubby and get laid.

Ok, but first a nap...

Don't you dare close! Eyes!
Eyes!

Shit... zzzz

HAHAHAHAHAA inventive, original, humorous - fastttttt


i can't even begin to think about my one

 

[todski28]

I really need CharleyH to get her butt back in here and organize a Gunfight! challenge. If you can grab such a great first draft that quickly out of your poetry holster then man, we'd have a pretty strong contest.

Loved the rough copy here, todski. Please be sure to post the edit when you're done.

What part of I have only been writing for 3 months did you miss hahaha, it's almost like being back in the pub being sized up by the old hands who have a reputation for being bad asses and just wanna see if you are all show and no go

 

[champagne1982]

Harry your subject is from the inside of something inanimate
.
I know he longs to reach into my tree,
pluck me from my declivity,
swollen fruit ruddy where limbs meet,
devour me slowly with lips and teeth,
tounge lapping fuschia center.
If I had a voice I'd scream,
Pull the fig leaf away, eat me!.

Oh well done! Lemme just nibble... oops! Did you just squirt at me?

 

[champagne1982]

What part of I have only been writing for 3 months did you miss hahaha, it's almost like being back in the pub being sized up by the old hands who have a reputation for being bad asses and just wanna see if you are all show and no go

Pfft, you've been writing ever since you learned to read! It's only been the past 3 months that you've decided to put 'em in a poem.

 

[todski28]

Pfft, you've been writing ever since you learned to read! It's only been the past 3 months that you've decided to put 'em in a poem.

Is that your way of saying put up or shut up?

Can I just post my last poem taking the boss in here

 

[champagne1982]

Is that your way of saying put up or shut up?

Can I just post my last poem taking the boss in here

LOL close. But no, we want fresh todski talk.. Give us a new poem... puh-lease!

 

[HarryHill]

Oh well done! Lemme just nibble... oops! Did you just squirt at me?

..
thank you, but I think you've bested me with a single line (Yes please!)

 

[Wintermute01]

*Raises hand at the back of the class....*

Please may I have one?

 

[butters]

*Raises hand at the back of the class....*

Please may I have one?

morrrrrrrrrrre, boy? morrrrrrrrrrrre???
(cast of urchins hold collective breath as the beadle holds the ladle)

 

[HarryHill]

morrrrrrrrrrre, boy? morrrrrrrrrrrre???
(cast of urchins hold collective breath as the beadle holds the ladle)

..
yeah, it's a hard luck life for sure

 

[butters]

..
yeah, it's a hard luck life for sure

knock knock

who's there?

Annie's

Annie's who?

Annie's dawg. *woof!*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Wintermute your subject is write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true.

 

[Wintermute01]

..
yeah, it's a hard luck life for sure

*Cue collective rendition of 'Words, Glorious Words!'*

 

[Wintermute01]

Wintermute your subject is write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true.

Hmmmmm, I'm reaching for my copy of Billy Liar right now.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Harry your subject is from the inside of something inanimate
.
I know he longs to reach into my tree,
pluck me from my declivity,
swollen fruit ruddy where limbs meet,
devour me slowly with lips and teeth,
tounge lapping fuschia center.
If I had a voice I'd scream,
Pull the fig leaf away, eat me!.

The jury is still out as to whether this fits the challenge if I had asked write a poem as an inanimate object it would ........ decision later

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh, jeez, I ache

Shut up! You always ache
You ache in the morning when we wake up
in the afternoon, once the T3s wear off
and again, at bedtime. No wonder
our sleep is non-existent.

We-ell, listen to Missus Frontal-Fuckin' Lobotomy!
Like you've never ached, all tight up there,
secure in our cranium, perchin' high up
on me. No wonder I'm stiff all the time...

For heaven's sake, all of yas just shut
up. You haven't given me a quiet moment
to myself so I can fix us ALL up with an orgasm...
That's right, I am the supplier
of endless endorphins...

'Scuse meee! What in hell are you on about?
You supply endorphins? You! Fuck you-

Yes please!

Good grief, don't interrupt my pituitary
you loose labia'd pussy!

OINK! Oink...

<gasp>for fuck's sake, <pant> I'm racin' here
plus you've upset the pig valve... Crap
I'm poundin'. My pulse is all fluttery...

Settle down, Heart. I'm just a bit upset
and it's all indigestion. If Miss Clitty
would stop hidin' there in that hood
I'm sure our fingers could get busy
and calm us all down with a little
masturbation... or we could have a cookie...

mmm... Lemme lick my lips, jus' a sec...
I love the taste of cookies...

Y'know, ladies, from where I'm sittin'
things would have been a lot better
off if Brain, in her endless pursuit
of adrenaline, had kept us in our bed
that morning when Knee got twisted
all to hell on the ski hill. I know
I'm just an ass, but I speak
from Heart here. Don't let Stomach
dull our emotions by tying Tongue
in knots for empty calories and maybe
if Fingers would just massage Neck
a minute... Well, you see where
I'm goin' here? No? I'll tell ya...

Oh! Here we go... We twins
are gonna get nibbled and pinched,
aren't we? You're gonna ask
us to jiggle provocatively...

That's right Titty, we'll just dance
our way into a little roll around
with the hubby and get laid.

Ok, but first a nap...

Don't you dare close! Eyes!
Eyes!

Shit... zzzz

Oh my clever girl!

 

[HarryHill]

The jury is still out as to whether this fits the challenge if I had asked write a poem as an inanimate object it would ........ decision later

..
chews fingernails, begins thinking of an alternate line (j.i.c.)

 

[Neonurotic]

Neo your subject his dandruff this is getting to be fun

Woo

Dust or dandruff? It doesn't matter;
it's still the same imaginary for feigning
a flick to get close to you.
There's no pickup lines here,
I stick with a classic, the first move
I ever learned and still do.
It's a good one, although not my last.
That one ends in my bed for wine, dine
and woo, where you know you're mine.

 

[Neonurotic]

Oh, jeez, I ache

Someone woke up on the perverted side of the bed this morning.

 

[Angeline]

Time to get meaner!
Champ your subject is a conversation between parts of your body
.
Angeline your subject is a ghost story with each line repeating one word from the previous line
.
Tess your subject is Explaining why you didn't do your homework
'
Butters your subject is describing something very unfair that happened to you or someone you know
.
Tod your subject is describing a crime you committed in your imagination
.
EducatedOwl your subject is from the point of view of an alien visiting Earth
.
Remec your subject is about the monster in the closet, under the bed, or outside in the hall
.
Harry your subject is from the inside of something inanimate
.
Millie your subject is pretending you are somebody else

Round two, eh? Well I need some time to recover from my witch finder verse!

 

[champagne1982]

Someone woke up on the perverted side of the bed this morning.

Yes, you did! That's my right knee (waiting for early replacement) whining there... perv indeed.

eta: do you do your brushing with a feather duster, or just a finger wiggle?

Miss Clitty wants to know

 

[Angeline]

So Annie

you've been such an inspiration. Would you write an erotic poem about pizza?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

..
chews fingernails, begins thinking of an alternate line (j.i.c.)

I'm afraid it has to be FROM INSIDE an inanimate object ......... you know like inside a teapot or such

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Woo

Dust or dandruff? It doesn't matter;
it's still the same imaginary for feigning
a flick to get close to you.
There's no pickup lines here,
I stick with a classic, the first move
I ever learned and still do.
It's a good one, although not my last.
That one ends in my bed for wine, dine
and woo, where you know you're mine.

and you said you couldn't write an erotic poem about dandruff! Just proved you can

 

[UnderYourSpell]

you've been such an inspiration. Would you write an erotic poem about pizza?

I've been keeping quiet but I just knew someone would do this !!!