Published November 24, 2004
I was in a club, the music was loud,
When this girl stood out from the crowd.
She had one leg and soft red hair,
They called her Jilly, the nymphomanic leper.
She grooved to the beat, swaying her locks,
When her finger flew off into the DJ box.
She remained undeterred and winked at me,
So I carried her home for some drunken nookie.
I placed her down and it wasn't long,
Before I slipped inside her one legged thong.
She ordered me to lend a lick,
Though after a few strokes I dislodged her clit.
She flipped me over and said with glee,
"You know my favourite positions the missionary."
She had good balance, though sacrificed some toes,
And when I shot it came out her nose.
Later that night she told me to go,
Upset though I was, I had a nipple memento.
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Okay... This was strange yet quite good too! I thought the ending was very good: great twist! it was neither light nor dark, kind of a shade of grey, depending on what you feel at the time. I thought it was clever
I really hope this wasn't writing from experience!
Awesome job: keep writing!
Pgsgirl x
I sure hope you wern't writing this from experience ??? :-s
OK, that was...odd...hilarious, but odd. I love the last line especially, and I definitely agree that sometimes poetry needs to be light as well as dark...or at the very least, shades of grey...[gives the poem another weird look] or something.
Oh my God! That was terrible! And I amost hate myself because I can't stop laughing about it.
"When I shot it came out her nose."
Man that's some messed up imagery. The last line is gold.
Dont worry it wasn't meant to be serious, think poetry gets abit too deep sometimes. Always good to lighten it up, even if the quality is a bit crap.
Haha, yeh strange but funny too! I laughed whilst I read. If that was your intention, well done! If it wasn't, ah well. I'm too far away for you to hit me.
Yeah...and don't forget...err...strange...
yeah is a bit, didn't really know what I was thinking the day I wrote this. Bit sick maybe but I thought I'll post it.
that was...strange...and um...well...strange...