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In Tall Grass
I wasn’t feeling quite sad
just in need of some time
in that warm spring sun.
In that green, green meadow,
just south of the tall grass
in the crook of the brook.
Cool water and tangled weeds,
a pressive need to relieve,
striking that gentle stance
and glancing down to see
a butterfly landed on my pecker.
A stretch, a flutter, fly away
slipping north to south.
Once, twice, again
as it meanders west.
There’s no better place to be
than in this chance to see
a butterfly while I pee.
As mom always says, 'empty
As mom always says, 'empty the bladder before leaving the house.' This was a fun read. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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That's gold!!! :D
That's gold!!! :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
That's gold!!! :D
That's gold!!! :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
A Real Nature Poem!
Wowed! Thanks for the reality in verse :D slc