Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Blonde Affair

No make-up and blonde hair/
Thousand miles later
She wakes up to the wrong affair/
This all stemmed from a game of Truth or Dare
Her hair stylist was out of town
So Ruth Didn’t do her hair.

Blonde and tan
makes you want to take her
Where the palms stuck in sand
Havin’ fun like a mom with free hands
Makin’ fun with an investor - seed man!

Stranded in the desert
Candy mouth so sweet,
You call her a PEZ-flirt.

Open chest makes things a mess
Like open heart surgery,
couldn’t see the bigger picture.
vision’s a bit blurry.
It was too late to say sorry
They never made up after going
Off air from Maury

Her name is Tori, this story you shouldn’t worry,
She’s no longer porky, she works out, now fits in a short-tee.
Climax of humans - this picture makes men …

No, No, I’m going to change this flow to keep it from becoming sexual,

I provided this story and she provided the visual...


Monday, June 13, 2016

St. Mary's Glacier Hike | Colorado

Hiked trails/ guts over glory - entrails/

On land, fins-fail/ campfire stories, men-tell/

Cuddle time in a tent - women-sell.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Stranded in the Desert

Sandy feet without shoes
She’s gotta dim smile for the camera view
A preacher’s daughter, ran away from a closed minded pew.
Needed adventure, so adventure tempts her,

What’s that in her hand, a grenade, aimed at a man-parade.
I knew she brought all the boys to the yard, but damn,
They sure did follow her far.

Curly hair in whirly wind.
Just left a girly fare in the city of sin -
Up to shenanigans and gin was back at it again.

Walking sands with a sun bloom
Balking fans stuck in a mummed tomb

She’s a flirty cleopatra, except not all bones,
And carries a smartphone.

After she’s done with your heart
You’ll be running back to mummy,
Try to call her phone,
It’ll ring caller id - dummy!

Shorts so short, pockets out
Looks like rugrats made them shorts, in two shorts!
No commercials!


Homies Docked

When a break turns permanent...

Homies docked behind a forklift
Wishing they were more fit
But got tired so they decide to sit.
Expression on their face - they look quite pissed
No one’s speaking - no motion between the lips

In deep thought on a dock,
Asking was it worth it,
Jersey’s stolen not bought,
Who woulda thought
Their past would land them on their ass,
Used a pencil in class but not the eraser -
They never erased the mistakes from their past.

No parking, no smoke. At base-truck
They can’t remember their last break
Like you trying to remember the last time
You sent a poke to someone on Facebook.

This was not a break, their asses were fired
So they sat on an AC un-it - couldn’t keep their cool and blew-it…