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By (user no longer on site) OP 33 weeks ago
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Where has all of the humour now fled?
It once danced in each thing that we said.
Now jokes are all filtered,
And punchlines seem wilted—
Did laughter just get out of bed? |
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By (user no longer on site) 33 weeks ago
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I don't think she understood,
To commit I needed to see under the hood,
Her ability to swallow left some impression,
Now my need for her juices is causing depression,
Forgive my obsession, a man's transgression.
The hood gave wood to the miss who understood. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP 33 weeks ago
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A helper who shines like the sun,
You’ve brightened my days, every one.
With laughter and cheer,
I’m glad you are near—
You’re magic, a star, second to none! |
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Temptation shouldn’t knock or call,
It waits in shadows dressed to stall 
A lingering glance, a naughty grin,
A teasing sin to draw you in 
A brush of fingers, barely there
A spark, a chill, a whispered dare
It doesn't beg it doesn’t plead
But inspires you to your knees  |
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"Where has all of the humour now fled?
It once danced in each thing that we said.
Now jokes are all filtered,
And punchlines seem wilted—
Did laughter just get out of bed?"
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Humour and wit can be said
To be black or blue hue when its read.
It will always be crass
From lips that lick ass
But should never fly flags that are red.
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