Chapter 2

Proofreading is weigh overrated
for pomes that my muse has created.
The words she bestows
Can cure any woes
the result—an author elated.

Goggles are used to protect your sight.
But these days, when many authors write,
If not proofread
They rely instead
On research via the Google website.

Or, as Freud used to say, “Here’s lookin’ at you, id.”

From Goggle Man

Time was still and yet moving.
Well spent was she in the end
Of an endless journey of bliss.

Styled soft, blond hair removing
Done for a model client or friend.
Pussy petals embraced clit. KISS!

From Ten to Nine Forever

For Lisa, it was both a game and stunt.
The third egg, for which Nils must hunt,
Was nestled snugly,
And appropriately,
Where eggs belong: up her cunt to be blunt.

From Egghunt

Wow and behowd
Wet pussies rewax
With a bawdy mound
Whereupon there’s found
Swick whips which a bush whacks.

From Linoleum

Martin figured he should crash the party.
He imagined sex, both hale and hearty
Had gone way too far
In Ed’s muscle car.
Sex? Yes. Car? No. The joke was on Marty.

From Midnight Madness

I see you love a double-entendre as much as I love acliteration and naughty Newfie limericks.

They wanted to zip down the road
But instead, a traffic jam slowed
The pair’s progress.
What’s more a mess
Happened when Bill shot his load.

Bill had ejaculated in his pants.
The car’s smell he thus did enhance.
Cindy’s pussy scent
Had made his pants tent
Near Newfoundland’s Come by Chance.

From Traffic Jam

Lesson One

While masturbating she became nonplussed
When pussy play suddenly became focused
On her furry puss who stared.
So her bald pussy she shared
Her vaginal nectar with her animal lust.

Lesson Two

It’s cute, but a rather ticklish subject.
Two sisters, latent lesbians, I suspect,
Each pushed boundaries
Within their panties.
With finger fucking, what would one expect?

Lesson Three