Her hand was pale
and held a single rose,
picked from his garden
and happy to oblige.
...
And there we were, in darkness, down by the river.
Four girls, four boys. A night away from town.
A cooling breeze was causing her to shiver,
or was the prospect of the lovely evening gown,
...
Blemishes are what you get
when you are not in full control
and when the world's corrupted net
has sucked you in through one small hole.
...
The Postie came,
he limped along
the street, up from
the beachfront.
...
People come into our lives.
Some smile,
some growl
and others
...
My brother-in-law.
What a man!
He used to be
known as Kojak.
...
There was a mean, pathetic man,
much substance he had not.
He only counted one true fan
but that prevented not
...
Have you heard the account of Lord Gritz
he was fond of all innocent tits
he had told his own spouse
that he'd open the blouse
...
I did remember the adage
about how flattery will get you
into the portals of all homes
and palaces, perhaps it can
...
I want to join the folks who keep
a bunch of wives to help them sleep.
If chosen wisely, I suppose
the one with a large-nostrilled nose
...