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I have ruined
your brand new
Two thousand pound
Dolce Gabbana suit
I am aware of
how cruel it was,
Forgive me, but
when I saw the grin
on your face
the glass of red wine
gained a will of its own
and slipped out of my hands
funny, birthday, , cute,
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
You should see suit that Trump wore
It was actually made by a whore
As can be sure was certainly tight
Which is way he ends up every night
Must be big bed bugs that him do bite.
humorous, , cute,
You're the sweetest little duffer
In your pretty pink bunny suit
Guess Aunt Bea still loves you
Still thinks you're oh so cute!
She really doesn't realize
How many years have passed
You're not a little kid no more
You're growing up real fast
Don't have the heart to tell her
Such a kindly gentle soul
At Christmas every single year
You play this bunny role
You make her oh so happy
To see you hopping round
Just like many years ago
You've always played the clown
Well another year is in the books
Maybe now she'll see you grew
You're no longer her little nephew
You're almost thirty-two!
The nudist brags he’s not a slave
to fashion but wears what nature gave.
With only aging alterations
he wears it still on all occasions,
though taste and discretion are advised:
(even fashion freaks get scandalized.)
Good care and hygiene are a must,
nothing lavish or time consuming, just
a cleansing soap and a daily shower
keep skin sweet-smelling by the hour.
(Nothing more offends the nose
than smoldering odors under clothes.)
Some men are quite at home in a suit.
Others brag they wouldn’t be caught dead
in one, forgetting they will one day be laid
to rest in one unless stark naked or cremated.
In which case, how explain, if alive somewhere
they were buried in one they didn’t want to wear?