Friday, May 13, 2022
Stick
legs churn! As short-
shorts twitch, Bra
jettisoned a while
back, Mother Nature
gave her breasts’d drive
men mad! She leads
cheer for Hillhouse High
decrying kids at Hamden!
All in fun! No one hurt,
athletes unbelievably
sensitive though: most
bright, others dumb as
posts. She grabs her yel-
low Pom-Poms from a table.
Twirling them wildly!
Labels: athletes, cheerleader, dynamic, high school, thin
Friday, June 15, 2018
Sister and Man
-I can only help you with
First-String Women.
-All boney ones?
-Afraid so, and proudly!
-Looking for some flesh.
-We’re emphatically not! Disgusting!
-Why would anybody desire such
a pukey body?
-We do! And by lengths unknown by you
except in cheering football!
-Modern slavery dictated by a stable
of Andres. Andre T. or T. Andre etc.
All the same! Woman haters!
-They love and wish to BE us!
-Have you ever answered them?
-Too busy making sure our weirdo
physiology doesn’t gain weight
from the very air!
-What’s the difference? Your life is
not worth living!
-Watch TV. We Climb Mountains
and make up our faces mid gurus
and icy snow!
-Why there?
-In that atmosphere we stink less.
Labels: anorexic, female psychology, Health, ideal body, sex, thin, weight
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Audition
Mona was an American Beauty who could walk down any
village road anywhere and take breaths away.
Mostly because she was more Rubens than Giacometti.
Unfortunately though, more Lenny Bruce than
Mother Teresa.
She and girlfriend , Stelly, decided Mona should marry
sooner than later.
They both set up appointments for the various suitors.
One played guitar and sang an original torch song,
another, poetry, and so, culturally on. Many others
in fits of Accountancy and other business practices.
Physicians said they'd monitor her health with great love.
Lawyers that she could sue anyone she wished to.
Last man of the day brought charts.
...
“So you picked Chart Dude?”
“He sorta made his case. I figured we‘d have some chance
if we could see what we what the fuck we’re doing!”
Mona was an American Beauty who could walk down any
village road anywhere and take breaths away.
Mostly because she was more Rubens than Giacometti.
Unfortunately though, more Lenny Bruce than
Mother Teresa.
She and girlfriend , Stelly, decided Mona should marry
sooner than later.
They both set up appointments for the various suitors.
One played guitar and sang an original torch song,
another, poetry, and so, culturally on. Many others
in fits of Accountancy and other business practices.
Physicians said they'd monitor her health with great love.
Lawyers that she could sue anyone she wished to.
Last man of the day brought charts.
...
“So you picked Chart Dude?”
“He sorta made his case. I figured we‘d have some chance
if we could see what we what the fuck we’re doing!”
Labels: beauty, fat, Giacometti, marriage, Rubens, thin
