Heeeee, what a thrill for you, for the women there... and maybe eventually for me.
You are too good.
Butrflynet
Butrflynet, I just discovered your first poem posted in February. That shows how alert I am.
Your poem projects a wry sense of humor that is subtle, reflecting a shy, quiet anus, that only brings attention to itself when it behaves in an uncouth manner.
A disgruntled anus must be appeased or it will get its revenge when you have strayed too far from the sand box.
Keep writing, we would like to read more poetry from you.
BumbleBeeBoogie
That's "Uranus" my dears.
c.i.
These are better "olds:" c.i.
Colonoscopies
A physician claims these are actual comments from his patients made while he was performing colonoscopies: (the last one is best!)
1. "Take it easy, Doc, you're boldly going where no man has gone before."
2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?"
3. "Can you hear me NOW?"
4. "Oh boy, that was sphincterrific!"
5. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
6. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married."
7. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
8. "You put your left hand in; you take your left hand out; you do the Hokey Pokey...."
9. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"
10. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must acquit!"
11. "Hey, Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."
12. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
13. "Could you write me a note for my wife, saying that my head is not, in fact, up there?"
Dang, I find myself posting the same things in many threads, but this one warrants another glance here:
You Promised The Moon
(But I Preferred Uranus)
(Grenga/Stevens)
Red Peters with The Babe Marino Orchestra
You promised the moon
but I preferred Uranus
the stars must be right
cuz Uranus looks good tonight.
The moon was in June
how it inflamed us
a beautiful sight
and Uranus looks good tonite.
I'm not queer
I'm just experimenting an idea *
the feeling's unrelenting
when you're near
that feeling starts extending
towards your rear.
Ain't it clear
I just wanna bone ya'
have no fear
I'm not full of bologna
You and I could fly to Uranus tonight!
(instrumental)
I'm not queer
I'm just experimenting an idea *
the feeling's unrelenting
when you're near
that feeling starts extending
towards your rear
Ain't it clear
I just wanna bone ya'
have no fear
I'm not full of bologna
You and I could fly so high
in the sky, in the night
well allright, yah, you bite
You and I could fly to Uranus tonight!
* overheard conversation at restaurant
