'At The Singles Bar' (adult content)

I too think of Signor Buttafuoco -
this is annoying and molto loco.
I picked the name in thirty seconds.
If I known I'd keep it for years,
I'd have picked again, saved the tears,
still the meal, Modena, beckons.


Well that's a wreck. Carry on..

jjorge




But it's OK.
Absolutely.
Do continue!

(You devil! )

'The Contest'

every bawdy gather round
and make a loud (impertinent) sound!
we'll show off our eructations
(and I'll exceed your expectations!)
...the biggest one of all is CROWNED!


oh, msolga, you shouldn't have egged me on!
I'm afraid my public image is now irrevocably tarnished. :-)

I am here now
the undisputed owner of the crown
scatter all ye mere mortals
as this eructation never goes down

A paen to the prince! the prince!
who's here and feeling frisky!
he can have fun all by himself:

"Jab hai saath main whiskey,
tab jaroorat padeki kiski?" *


* "When you have whiskey with you, you don’t need anyone else"

[FULL DISCLOSURE: The quotation is from our esteemed prince himself]

So everyone disappeared as soon as I made an appearence!!!

I knew I had NO competetion !!

I'm interested not in superficialities
Like marriage and divorce
So dispense with the formalities and let me
Apply light pressure to your clitoris

A frequent denizen of this bar, is my cousin Marjorie,
not long ago she won a prize --cosmetic surgery!
Marjorie didn’t fix her chin,
she didn’t tuck her tummy in,
instead she had: 'breast augmentation'
--and after that a celebration!
Marjorie loved (and loved to show) the tits the doctor made,
but most of all she loved that they were, “All expanses paid!”

Overheard in the singles bar:

“...Oh no!! What I said was: ‘She kills with that Arse, Nick!’ ...”



Some may look askance at me,
I have my father’s nose you see,
it’s larger than it needs to be,
[Why did he do this thing to me?!! ]

I have my mothers butt and height
[ if I could switch them both, I might ]

lt’s true, that life is so unfair
[ I want a smaller derriere! ]

I’m sure to you I seem so needy
[ I hate my eyes, they’re small and beady! ]

but dad was kind in ONE department...
[ it’s crouched down in its tight compartment ]

jjorge writes his poems on reality's napkin
Slings and arrows can never trap him
Though his muse might some days wish to slap him
She knows none that could ever cap him

Very nice, Edgar!

BTW, you are right about her disapproval:


My muse
is not amused

she scowls and
berates me,

I fear her ire
could go higher,

and she'll
defenestrate me!

Just catching up your latest developments, jjorge. And waiting (breathlessly!) to see what happens next!

Also wishing you a very good year in 2010.

msolga, amiga, I feel the need to tell you and others that my verses (above) are not necessarily auto- biographical.
:-\

To quote my friend Emily Dickinson:

"When I state myself, as the Representative of the Verse it does not mean me but a supposed person"
-- [Emily Dickinson in a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson]


.

You are such a disappointment jjorge!

Sorry to disappoint msolga!


' Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous '
--Walt Whitman, "I Sing the Body Electric"

[ jjorge's Question: How does one get 'jets of love hot and enormous' with a limp id? ]

more on J-Lo .....

...adoring all the the facets
of her callipygian assets