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Below the rose is a small ring A tight fit for such a small thing A drive through the back road To drop off a quick load
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Have You ever been writing notes from a board Only, on the inside, to be truly bored Sometimes it rather stinks That we have to ignore and suppress our natural instincts
Getting spanked as a kid was something most feared There'd be whining and crying with lots of sad tears Now that some are adults
There once was a masochist addicted to pain So, their partner brought a classic shock to their brain They bent them over their lap
As children, we hated getting disciplined The pain would begin and never seem to end Yet, as people do change Their tastes rearrange
I think Nietsche wants us to not rely so much on outside forces So, we should use more common sense along with school courses
Erotic toys strewn across Your lawn? Your dog got to the box while You were gone. The yard is littered with toys.
I went to a lake with my father To find a legend, not ducks or otters Though nothing seemed sus The beast came to us To eat off my plate it came out of the water
With a bit of tumbleweed and Colt 45s, two pals Watched a blind man did something to boost their morale He walked by the market that sold tons of fish
Walls once talked in a house that was plain The drywall's a character by the name of Drystane He shared dirty jokes with a wall made of bricks
I didn't even comment a poem this time It's about grabbing melons that didn't even rhyme The Joke needs no explanation
I submitted over a hundred haikus to the challenge that was blue. I made haikus for my haikus in the mountain one before that, too.
