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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread

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Ms Duck:
alas, alas, if only to be a winner
in war of love gots to be thinner
no man cries
for huge thighs
i want 'pin her' not 'oooh dinner'

 ;D

Blaze:
It is not your thighs
It is not your size
Many slender friends
Utter the same sighs.

It is your brilliant mind
Men just seem to find
Most intimidating the
Intellectually left behind.

Piotr1600:
An Horrible* Poem-ish to a love-frustrated Ms. Duck


To the ones who would say your thighs are too big,
don't reply with a furious "Fuck off, dick like a twig!"
Whip out your spyglass and take a look around
Are you sure you're in a good hunting ground?
There certainly are men aplenty - I bet I know twenty!
who like some meat on them bones - they do not prefer skinny!
but you must also need reciprocate
And accept perhaps, a flaw like a bald pate
Or at least not cause hypocritical issues
if he too has excess adipose tissues

An example I'll give you from my own life
the son of a previous marriage from my wife
He's a genuinely clever, good souled sort
respectful and caring and (very nearly!) pure of heart
So shy - the embarrassment & fear of rejection often preys
deeply on his mind when he considers how much he weighs
So sits he at home, by default living the life of a geek
but his non-stellar looks hide a true man underneath
So, you kind ladies are unduly worried of being alone
I say "Cast your nets further, errr... turn over a different stone!"

Besides if guys are such dummies as it often seems...
Have you considered possibly switching teams?   ;D




*because I suck at writing any/all poetry. About the best I've ever managed is "mildly humorous"!  ;D

Ms Duck:
(mwaaa and hugs to you both)

tried it once, i must confess
a little game of lesbian chess
lubed all in hot grease
but now is lost a piece
is that a bishop under your dress?

Blaze:
Boobs have I, and to spare,
So I have no interest there
In any sort of orbule pair.
So those leanings were never there.
Which should come as no big shocker
From a door with Frankensteinian knocker.

And I also have a curse
of loyalty, couldn't be worse.
One man I'll have until my herse.
In this whole wide universe.
My sons would not have come along
If I hadn't danced to their father's song.

Square, I guess, is what I seem
No racy flirting do I deem
Nor any need to scheme
As just one sight can make me gleam.
And though in this I may seem tame.
My ardor burns with blue-white flame.

I sought the sight of that inside
Where candles under bushels hide
And found a love in whom my pride
No living being can deride.
I am so happy with what I've got.
Plus I find him still quite hot.

Other say don't ask don't tell
On their preference I don't dwell.
If both are happy, I think it's swell.
Great sex isn't why you go to hell.

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