Will Smith, a 10yr old in 1980:

I have a buddy
My buddy is a toad.
He's kind of muddy
and flat in the road.
But he's my buddy, my buddy to stay
Until he is peeled up, and sailed away.

I was never asked to write another poem in the 4th grade.

excellent

To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.

-Daniel Patrick Moynihan

:upsidedow


:1orglaugh:1orglaugh

if you weren't plagiarizing Garfield you'd be the Bard of gfy =p


You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

-Baudelaire


https://i.imgur.com/khadya0.jpg

Actually it was Jon, but yeah :1orglaugh:1orglaugh

I only remember it because I actually turned it in as my assignment :pimp

the thunder roared
the lightning flashed
the tree fell down
and the frog got smashed

someone, somewhere, long time ago

.

:1orglaugh:1orglaugh:1orglaugh

for real you and Pheer need to lay off the cru$h porn :upsidedow

besides, I hear live toads are super fun to lick

The thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

I interviewed Garth, and we had lunch. He is a poet, Jesse Quinn.

UP!

ONE NIGHT WITH YOU - (20 STORIES) - YOU BET!

Elenore, gee I think you're swell
And you really do me well
You're my pride and joy et cetera


(Kaylan)

Met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive

Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans

How many years is it you’ve been alive?
Oh I’ll take a guess

Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so
Rebecca, will I ever know?

No way, how will I fit in your life?
How could you live with a man without change?

Too strange and too poor to be trusted
Busted a couple of times

Shaken a bit by the years on the road
And the women I’ve known

Rebecca, you’d have liked the name I gave to you
Rebecca, if you only knew…

Go home, to your father’s friend’s
straight sons

To your mother’s friend’s
sweet ones

To the families,
so well-to-do and so well-established and

One day, you might wake up to a shock girl
What has it come to?… this sensible life

The wife of a fool…

Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Rebecca… where’s Rebecca gone?

(Volman/Kaylan)

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

~ Matthew Arnold

The reliable Robert Frost . . .

nice!

needs more toads though :upsidedow


The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep


this is still my fav thread, and not cuz I made it. had forgotten about it completely, gracias for the bump for another perusal plus the video

https://media.tenor.com/gJNUPGVq7NYA...llows-toad.gif

Muy bump was buried in the 49th post . . .

Jesse such quinn allows us to post such poetry

you're weird and cool, awesome vid

and couldn't help notice you now have an indoor kitty :thumbsup

(details please, what's his/her name? pretty lil one)

it may lash but dance in the rain at night. the path will be there, or might have changed. but we all find our way

I gotta head out but prob a good thing before I start posting Depeche Mode lyrics


Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in

-Cohen


one love MK

Star 00000000

"There's a cat in the alleyway
Dreaming of birds that are blue
Sometimes girl when I'm lonely
This is how I think about you"

You give me that look, just after we met,
Between my legs, it becomes so wet.
A wink and smile, I nod my head,
Follow me now, behind the shed.

In the moonlight, the air so free,
Watching booty, following me.
The grass is dewy, sitting on mud,
My high heels are now, carrying crud.

Putting my hands on the backside wall,
Bracing myself, so I don’t fall.
You grab from behind and hold my breasts,
And on my neck, your breath does rest.

Softly you kiss on my smooth ear,
Bulge in your pants, pressed again my rear.
Do me now, like the animal you are,
Wait just a sec, for that passing car.

You flip my skirt, up so high,
Then panties go down to my mid-thigh.
Your zipper follows and the hog comes out,
Searches my opening, while fumbling about.

It finds its mark, as you push it in,
I steady myself as we start this sin.
It feels so wrong but oh so right,
With plenty of girth, oh so tight.

You pump so hard, I can hear it smack,
The effort you give, does not lack.
Your balls do swing, like a grandfather clock,
While I take the thrust of your beautiful cock.

Our grunts get louder and we’re almost there,
You fuck me doggie, without any care.
First it’s me as I tremble and shake,
Orgasm over, my body does take.

You hold me tighter as I hear your growl,
With your cum, my pussy does foul.
Unloading your love, until no more,
Please don’t think that I’m a whore.

You pull out and in you tuck,
Zip back up, such a beautiful fuck.
Please don’t call, cause it gets tricky,
Why ruin such a magnificent quickie.


Author: Brittni4u
From: https://www.literotica.com

write simple .... read difficult

all I know about blue birds are the jays who hogged the bird feeders and edged the finches out. maybe they were bullies cuz they were just lonely. as always love your poetry selections el C


never heard that track before. goog'ed the lyrics

wow, really cool choice.

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm

nicely done


you and Brittni are my fav pervs ever

Please don’t call, cause it gets tricky,
Why ruin such a magnificent quickie

:1orglaugh

awesome


@MK all my love to Star