Peaches poems (45)
peachmelba: Roses are blue , violets are red, .
Up tall will just have to fantasise in his bed,
.lol
Up tall will just have to fantasise in his bed,
.lol
Or...
Rich men use marge...
Poor men use lard...
I use spit and shove it in real hard..
Phoenix: Or...
Rich men use marge...
Poor men use lard...
I use spit and shove it in real hard..
Rich men use marge...
Poor men use lard...
I use spit and shove it in real hard..
Omg pheonix your a natural.
,I think you should be part of the poets society ,
Then again might not be up to your high standards.
Thought you used butter anyway,
Butter her up you say yet you use neither to make her keener.
peachmelba: Roses are blue , violets are red, .
Up tall will just have to fantasise in his bed,
.lol
Up tall will just have to fantasise in his bed,
.lol
That's great peachie. I think we could write together
uptall: That's great peachie. I think we could write together
Yes keep up your creative juices.
uptall: That's great peachie. I think we could write together
Oh yes and there is also the budding up coming poet pheonix ,omg that man is a natural,
.peachmelba: Yes keep up your creative juices.
I can feel my creative juices running as we speak
Peachie is pretty witty and wise
thinking, thinking.....uptall: I can feel my creative juices running as we speak Peachie is pretty witty and wise thinking, thinking.....
I've got a writers block on hearing the death of mr Spock,
peachmelba: Ahh witty you are so witty but better than than that you write good verse,
Beautifully penned my dear,I know there is more for you to explore .
Beautifully penned my dear,I know there is more for you to explore .
Was meant to be you write great verse and you didnt rehearse.
Your a natural and more to explore I'm sure,
peachmelba: I've got a writers block on hearing the death of mr Spock,
Aw
Mr Spock. He is not dead, he has just retired and gone to bed. This time next week on a TV near you he'll be back so you can bill & coo.. Emm
uptall: Aw
Mr Spock. He is not dead, he has just retired and gone to bed. This time next week on a TV near you he'll be back so you can bill & coo.. Emm
Mr Spock. He is not dead, he has just retired and gone to bed. This time next week on a TV near you he'll be back so you can bill & coo.. Emm
,beam me up scotti .peachmelba: ,beam me up scotti .
I've got my transporter ready
uptall: I've got my transporter ready
Okay make it snappy cheeky chappie,
.Have to go shopping lets go hopping,
On the moon .
Haha,
Have to go mind your mo jo .
.Your juices may be running low,
Save it up then you won't be stuck.
For more creative rhyme,
peachmelba: Okay make it snappy cheeky chappie,
.Have to go shopping lets go hopping,On the moon .
Haha,
Have to go mind your mo jo .
.
Your juices may be running low,
Save it up then you won't be stuck.
For more creative rhyme,
.Have to go shopping lets go hopping,On the moon .
Haha,
Have to go mind your mo jo .
.
Your juices may be running low,
Save it up then you won't be stuck.
For more creative rhyme,
Peaches is hopping, just gone shopping.
She looking for nightwear, Silk and lace, so she can climb on my transporter doing me with grace
¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ enjoy your shoppingpeachmelba: Wow ,
.
Is the joint getting your creative juices going your overflowing with it,
Beautiful penned piece ,
Honest poetry at its finest,
The perfect woman dosnt fart,
Like a trumpet sounding.
Rather it is released.
Like she gently sighing,
True poet,
.
Is the joint getting your creative juices going your overflowing with it,
Beautiful penned piece ,
Honest poetry at its finest,
The perfect woman dosnt fart,
Like a trumpet sounding.
Rather it is released.
Like she gently sighing,
True poet,
I'd like to claim credit Peach but I found them online unfortunately...
She tells him to go with less speed,
As he is smoking his weed,
As he just wants to plant his seed,
He plunges into her with a needy greed,
On her flesh he must now feed,
His ravenous lust ,
He gives one last thrust,
Then she groans ,
His lust is spent,
She wants more,
But now he is snoring .
So she finishes her crossword .
She must wait till morning.
As he is smoking his weed,
As he just wants to plant his seed,
He plunges into her with a needy greed,
On her flesh he must now feed,
His ravenous lust ,
He gives one last thrust,
Then she groans ,
His lust is spent,
She wants more,
But now he is snoring .
So she finishes her crossword .
She must wait till morning.
Phoenix: I'd like to claim credit Peach but I found them online unfortunately...
I thought you wrote it ,,still it s made for ya,
.
peachmelba: She tells him to go with less speed,
As he is smoking his weed,
As he just wants to plant his seed,
He plunges into her with a needy greed,
On her flesh he must now feed,
His ravenous lust ,
He gives one last thrust,
Then she groans ,
His lust is spent,
She wants more,
But now he is snoring .
So she finishes her crossword .
She must wait till morning.
As he is smoking his weed,
As he just wants to plant his seed,
He plunges into her with a needy greed,
On her flesh he must now feed,
His ravenous lust ,
He gives one last thrust,
Then she groans ,
His lust is spent,
She wants more,
But now he is snoring .
So she finishes her crossword .
She must wait till morning.
By peach,
peachmelba: By peach,
This is by The Killer (the title is how your last quatrain left me...)
Phoenix: This is by The Killer (the title is how your last quatrain left me...)
Haha you were left breathless as she fled for the door,
.Aah poor pheonix,
.Lol
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And you didnt even know it,
Mine are freelance poems,
.I did one years ago,
Bomb last in underground station aimed at sitting ducks causing devastation,
A telephone call to give a warning.
Too late a wife ,son,daughter ,husband ,friend ,soon to be morning,
They hungry again for another kill,
Like pyscopaths out for a thrill,
What is their game don't murder in my name,I wrote that ages ago now thete are no telephone warnings,
Sorry it's bomb blast.