Verbal Donuts

Another hot tub piece (60), but a poem, gnome!

Spinning around in circles,
holes in my brain.
Verbal donuts. Nuts!

can't string two sentences together

Two sentences that aren't
a finger short of a wank. Spank!
No thanks, Yanks.

sudden breath, dinglesnoot

Put me out to pasture,
her prime, she's past her.

What a disaster. Faster!

pardon the erp ... burp!

Sense quarantine, fine.

Fourteen day delay,
no reason today. Say!

that can't be right, plicksie

Dorble snoobie, plotsnik,
a rare vomit vintage.
A fine whine.

tie me up and take me down

Garbled gloorblage
Ordinal foreplay
in a pink nosegay.

floops!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you made the words dance dear Anne. I had to read again.
"Spinning around in circles,
holes in my brain.
Verbal donuts. Nuts!"
I liked the above lines. I fall into this place. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Anne Martin]

Thanks, again Coyote. I am but the medium, perhaps medium rare.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Anne. I wish I had your erotic skill. My new story (The island) I am writing. I have sirens, Goddesses and mystery. I need my character more daring. If you have time. Please check out.

[Anne Martin]

Will do. Just PM me when you post it. I tend not to hang around on the WC unless I'm posting something.

[Paul Bell]

This could be an isolation poem, like you've hit day 8 and things ain't going great.
Day 10 and you've killed the hen.
Day 11 eggs in heaven.
Ok, just heard Boris there, floops.

[Anne Martin]

The isolation begins tonight, actually. It's day 0, hero.

[sankhajit]

nice poem......
keep on.....