Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob
WARNING: READING THIS MAY CAUSE MADNESS, BLINDNESS, OR A CASE OF DROPPSY!!!
A poem of love, passion, and pain from a truly demented mind in the wee hours of the morning. Before one's daily medication. (WAAH HOO!) Psst! Beware, of the dark side Luke.
Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob
Please don't spank my arse afire
For only mumbling my heart’s desire
You say I should say it loud and clear?
But then I won't receive what I hold so dear
Please don't spank my naughty bits
For I'd still would love to barely sit
When you give me those pills to swallow
those watching say we are so shallow
And then you gave me these great big breasts
To give your head a place to rest
You said my figure resembles a small willow
Couldn't you have just bought a pillow
Then you use those whips and chains
to inflict upon me such grievous pain
with which I seem to thrive and grow
in soaring of passionate throes
That which makes me so very sore
Oh, give me some more
I so love it so
give me some more, and more
So please get a bigger whip
To smite the ass of this witty twit
You say you've a Cat o’ nine tails
to make me jump and twitch and wail
You say your arm's begins to tire?
hand off to your friends with more fire
so I may soar higher and higher
And if that isn’t enough here's some more
that phallus you use to knock my back door
You say your friends want an easy lay?
Tell them to pick a number, I have all day
They ask why I bait and switch
That's because I'm such a bitch
a bitch, such a twitchy bitch!
Pain… such blessed pain
Give it to me a’ gain
Author's note: An idle mind's the devils playground. (stomp, stumble, trip)
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Words Of The Witty Twit
quite humorous
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Words Of The Witty Twit
Thank you. I tend to get a little warped if awake from 3 to 5 AM. It just popped out of
one of those dark and srange corners of my mind. The title just hit me as not too clever though. Of course another couple lines came up after posting, but I didn't feel like fiddling with it. Today was another funeral. An uncle (Roy). He was about 85. Four uncles and two aunts are left. Mom came from a family of
eight kids. Dad and all his brothers are gone. Job prospects are looking up. Did get to tease my cousin
Debbie at the funeral. I call her naughty. Harmless fun. She even admits to being naughty. She's a natural redhead.
Again thank you. Glad you got a chuckle out of the poem, limerick, ditty, or what-sha-ma-callit.