When lights grew dim and the sun sank low,
Young Tom crept out by the moons first glow.
To Old Man Johnson's house,
In order to peep upon his spouse.
For Old Man Johnson was a rich old coot,
Who married a stripper wearing thigh high boots.
At the windows edge he climbed a stump.
And what he saw there made his heart go thump.
Mrs. Johnson was using the can.
Pissing straight up just like a man.
When she turned around his heart grew sick.
She had great big boobs but a great big dick.
From his throat came a wee shrill squeel,
And off he bounded down the hill.
At the bottom tired and winded,
He made a vow, 'No more peeping until my life has ended.'
Now Old Tom sits, nose to the screen lost in a dream
Surfing fetish sites with sticky keys from masturbation cream.
What once was his horror, has become his fix.
As he is lost to the cyberworld of Chicks with Dicks.
**************
A reader gave me a message that my ending did not live up to the high standard of a happy man in a sick world. I gave great credence to his opinion and decided that he was right. I should not have ended the story with his being sickened by the twisted side of life but rather he should be embracing it.
I appreciate the input and hope you like the new paragraph.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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22 comments:
hoohoohehee.... Very spry!
:o
Great, Fuzz. Just the image I want in my head all day. Damn you!
-- david
Good poem...........bad image!
Now I feel even MORE sick. Thanks a lot. Ugh.
granny: Thanks :)
starbender: I had to delve deep for this one.
david: Painting pictures with poetry. Glad to see it worked.
mike: At least it was half good. ;)
phoenix: Sorry to hear you are sick from more than a mental image.
I love this shit, Fuzz! Does that make me as sick as you? Oh, God, NO!!!! lmao Missed ya!
paige: Things that make you go hmmm.
green eyes: Don't worry be happy! I missed you as well. Nice to see you back.
Variety IS the spice of life...
good golly fuzz, what do call a woman with boobs and a dick?
you had me at "Young Tom" haha
keep em cummin
you should publish a book with all the talent you have
Fuzz your just a reglar' ole poet!!!! lol. One of these days I know I am going to be in a bookstore and see a poster for an up coming book review.....Poetry By Fuzz. And I will say..I knew him before he hit the big time! lol
Gives the old phrase, 'careful what you wish for,' a whole new meaning. Once again Fuzz, you have proved yourself to be the unique-est of poets.
WC
ozy: Now that's some spicy meataballs.
old fart's wife: Chicks with Dicks is my favorite term for it.
ol' lady: Aww, shucks!!!
catch: Aww, flattery will get you everywhere.
wc: Thank you, I appreciate it.
I have to agree that the last paragraph does give this poem a more complete ending.
OK, but really? It just plain MADE ME LAUGH!!
seems to be a fitting ending....considering that we are all sitting here glued to our computer screens ;)
That was great!!
I'm too busy laughing to comment intelligently! You are the KING!
Ewwwww.
tnxx for the smiles Fuzzy I need em right now.
Keshi.
andie: Glad I could make you smile. :)
laurie: Twisted is my forte.
ol' lady: When I realized that it all clicked.
angel, jr: Thanks!!!
green eyes: Aww shucks. Now I am blushing. ;)
paige: It's always better the second time around.
vic: :)
keshi: Thanks, glad I could help in a small way.
mimi: It is just writing skill. ;)
That pic looks like a kinkfest
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