A Poem for Ladies posing a poesy-Question?

Staff Edit....Spacemtn

I like big butts
And I cannot lie
You other brothers
Can't deny
That when a girl walks in
With an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung

I love tight hoochie, it turns me on,
Its my favorite thing, as a paying John.
Boobies are nice, and fun to suck,
But a nice tight box, is what I fuck.
Got a great smile? Thats amazing,
But at the "Y", thats where I'm grazing.
Doggie, Mish, it matters not,
As long as the coochie is nice and hot.
Ride me all night, I won't fight,
Its a beautiful sight, until dawns early light.
Pound me, stroke me, make me scream,
Its my lifes true dream, or so it would seem.
I'm happy for ho's, I ain't lyin',
Without them I swear I would be cryin', or dyin'.

I want a nasty little Jewish princess
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
A horny little Jewish princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I want a hairy little Jewish princess
With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish princess
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish princess
Who don't know shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
A vicious little Jewish princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a princess to ride
Awright, back to the top...everybody twist

I want a funky little Jewish princess
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish princess
With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish princess
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish princess
With Romanian thighs, who weasels n lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites

Quote Zappa and get away with everything ...
But I don't think youll find any Princesses here!

Would you prefer Bukowski?

women don’t know how to love,
she told me.
you know how to love
but women just want to
leech.
I know this because I’m a
woman.

hahaha, I laughed.

so don’t worry about your breakup
with Susan
because she’ll just leech onto
somebody else.

we talked a while longer
then I said goodbye
hungup
went into the crapper and
took a good beershit
mainly thinking, well,
I’m still alive
and have the ability to expell
wastes from my body.
and poems.
and as long as that’s happening
I have the ability to handle
betrayal
loneliness
hangnail
clap
and the economic reports in the
financial section.

with that
I stood up
wiped
flushed
then thought:
it’s true:
I know how to
love

I pulled up my pants and walked
into the other room.

This poetry thing sure has caught on!

You're right SL. It's been 3,000 years in the making, but I think it's finally arrived as an art form.

LOL!

Who would have thunck it?

A little poem for Ms. Von Trapp:

Do you know what you are?
You are what you is
You is what you am, a cow don't make ham
You ain't what you're not, so see what you got
You are what you is and that's all it is
A foolish young man from a middle class fam'ly
Started singin' the blues, 'cause he thought it was manly
Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") from Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere, holy mack'l dere")
He tells you that Chitlins (Chitlins), well, they taste just like candy
He thinks that he's got the whole thing down
From the Nivea Lotion to The Royal Crown
Do you know what you are?
You are what you is
You is what you am, a cow don't make ham
You ain't what you're not, so see what you got
You are what you is and that's all it is
A foolish young man of the Negro Persuasion
(Well, well, well) Devoted his life to become a Caucasian
(Well, well, well) He stopped eating pork, he stopped eating greens
(Well, well, well) He traded his dashiki ("Uhuru!") for some Jordache Jeans
(Well, well, well) He learned to play golf and he got a good score
(Well, well, well) Now he says to himself, "I ain't no n****r no more" (Hey, hey, hey)
(I want everybody together***) I don't understand you
(***) Bwana ma-coo-bah
(***) Would you please speak more clearly
Mercedes Benz
Who is who (I don't know) and what is what (Somethin' I just don't know)
And why is this (Tell me now) appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if 'n ever I heard one)
If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?), what you has got (Appropriot? The word is not)
Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah) and let it rot (I can smell it now)
Someone else (Here they come, here they come) will surely come (I told you he was comin')
And pick it up (That's right) 'cause he wants some (And he wants it for free)
And when one day (There will come a day) you wonder who (I wonder too) you used to was (Who I was anyway)
And what you do (I, I, I used to work at the post office)
You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo) and look around (To see what's goin' on)
But what you lost (Can't seem to find it) will not be found (A Mercedes Benz)
Do you know what you are? (I know)
You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy)
You is what you am (That ought to be drivin'), a cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC)
You ain't what your not (A big ol' red one) so see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk)
You are what you is (I'm gwine down to the links on Saturday mornin') and that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill)
You are what you is (And an overcoat too) and that's all it is (Walk my way fast yeah)
You are what you is (Robbie, take me to Creek Town)
And that's all it is (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband)
You are what you is (I'm goin down to White Street, to the Mudd Club y'all)
And that's all it is (I'm goin' down to work the wall and work the floor)
You are what you is (And work the pipes and work the wall some more)
And that's all it is.....