Hi Friends. It’s been a while since I last posted a new writing. I’m not so sure why nothing new or interesting has popped into my head but I do want you to know that my little blog still exists out here in the darkness that is internet. For this reason, I am reaching again into my archives. What follows is neither deep nor profound. Actually, it’s pretty silly stuff and is presented merely to coax a smile. For some of you this may be a nostalgic memory; for others, it will be a new reading experience. Stash
The Story of Roy (As Was Related, One Night, to a Stranger)
If you looked closely, then you would swear…
She didn’t have on any underwear.
Her name was Ida Care.
If you wanted to know if something was so…
She wasn’t the one to whom you’d go.
Her name was Ida Know.
Spoiled rotten, a contrary mama…
Pampered from birth, a real prima donna.
Her name was Ida Wanna.
Three young ladies with the name of Ida.
They all ate cookies and drank apple cider.
Very different but each did loved Roy…
He brought them his ardor; they brought him joy.
I’ve heard of too much of a good thing.
But who knew the woe that love could bring?
Words and kisses were what thrilled them.
Passion’s desire was the thing that filled ’em.
As for our Roy… sadly, that’s what killed him.
It’s hard to believe… but this story’s true.
I swear… Roy was a boy who I once knew.
Replied the stranger to whom this was told…
“You claim this happened but… I’m not sold…
…Ida Thinkso.”
Stash
The Lady Next Door
The lady next door swims naked.
Her son charges a dime a peek.
But it didn’t cost me nothin’…
You see, I’m just a big sneak.
Stash
While Hugs Are Warm
While hugs are warm,
What really pleases…
Are life’s little loving squeezes.
Dream of passion
But the stir of romance is
Found in its suggestive glances.
Shout of love
But the warmest glowing
Can be found simply in the knowing.
Stash