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The Girl with the Bodacious Tits

The Girl with the Bodacious Tits

The girl with the bodacious tits, She’s really got a mordacious wit. She has it all, and she has it good. She gives the guys a full Hollywood. Guts and glamour, full of humor, Doesn’t condescend to rumor. Sexy and enticing ass, Yet still maintains some style and class. Tons of hobbies. Lifestyle’s great. Fun and laughter on a date. Lots of interests, talents too. Doesn’t put on too much goo. Kind and caring, sometimes daring, Always asks you how…

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Songwriting and Poetry

Songwriting and Poetry

Two years ago, I took up guitar lessons. A year after that, I tried songwriting for the first time. These are the lyrics to the first song I ever wrote, based off a poem I wrote two lifetimes ago. Poetry Verse 1 I like alliteration, linking letters line by line, And making music that you marvel at the movement and the rhyme. We often wonder at the work that went into these words, And contemplate the cool, creative cadence in…

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Distaff Rodomontade

Distaff Rodomontade

Dictionary.com‘s Word of the Day today is rodomontade. Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day today is distaff. Naturally, I had to create a poem out of them. Here it is: The kid next door and his rodomontade Of his thriving business of lemonade Did nothing but irk me, the girl next door, And so I sold jerky to even the score. I also sold cookies and cupcakes galore And various sundries, and even more! This neighborhood distaff CEO Gave selling her…

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Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #22: Here You Are (2/2001)

Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #22: Here You Are (2/2001)

“Please pass the salt. This dish is bland. I think it needs a little hand.” “Well, here you are—but not too much! With salt, you only need a touch.” “The pepper, too, please—right this way. It’s much too much like eating hay.” “Well, here you are—but please be wise! Too much would really sting your eyes.” “Ah, now it’s ready for a taste— This dish of mine won’t go to waste.” “So eat! Don’t let it sit too long; It…

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Bad [Poetry] From My Writing Past #21: Ode To Print Books (12/27/2001)

Bad [Poetry] From My Writing Past #21: Ode To Print Books (12/27/2001)

I wrote this poem in a post, on one of those Yahoo! groups about writing, long before I ever got into the e-book industry. I seriously never thought I’d give in and enjoy reading on a hand-held machine. Books you can hold you can take to the john, on a bus, in your purse, while you wait at the doc’s. You can thumb through a book while you stand in a line; better yet, you can read when you want…

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