Watersports

[DollyDarling]

I have thrown my television out the window -
Watched the damn thing hit the grass.
Electric sparks attracted a ball of moths -
Glass cut off a primrose...
Will I mourn my loss of a television or a flower?

Why did I throw out the damn television?
But of course! I am a muse!
Inspiring the bard with even my piss,
He thinks of me, writes of me -
What need have I for shadow boxes when I am someone's muse?

I wrap a feather boa around my neck,
I slip my painted toes into glass slippers,
Peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat -
Slips down my throat like my pee slipped down his...
I share with him my tea - it is hospitable, after-all.

A paper each morning is thrown at my door step.
No, not the Irish times, yet many times,
A poem of piss, a prose of pee I read.
That peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat as I read
All the watery poems about a Dolly named "Me".

[Quarterpoundher]

I have thrown my television out the window -
Watched the damn thing hit the grass.
Electric sparks attracted a ball of moths -
Glass cut off a primrose...
Will I mourn my loss of a television or a flower?

Why did I throw out the damn television?
But of course! I am a muse!
Inspiring the bard with even my piss,
He thinks of me, writes of me -
What need have I for shadow boxes when I am someone's muse?

I wrap a feather boa around my neck,
I slip my painted toes into glass slippers,
Peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat -
Slips down my throat like my pee slipped down his...
I share with him my tea - it is hospitable, after-all.

A paper each morning is thrown at my door step.
No, not the Irish times, yet many times,
A poem of piss, a prose of pee I read.
That peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat as I read
All the watery poems about a Dolly named "Me".

Put down the Times you little wench
Put down the paper, do
You can of mind, use me as loo
And leave me rather drenched

Join with me, and shadow spar
but promise this you must
inspire in me, such heights of lust
I’d sabotage your car

If H2O, to us is life
of you it must be said
much you do, to ease our strife
pray tell, do you, give head?

What else you do, American?
come tell us, one and all
we are all ears, and quite enthralled
to if, you really can

From shining sea to shining sea
a city on a hill
you are like, abe linc I think
do much, to vanquish ill

If martin had the purest dream
and john just said, ask not
was it you, they had in mind
I think, it may, have been

A nation born of month july
over nothing more then tea
but what a party, boston had
when you came round to pee

To erin’s own you find yourself
with 40 shades of green
how flexible you are dear doll
I have as yet, not seen

Drink long on irelands greatest resource
fill your bladder do
If I should amble, and take a gamble
I’ll want the works from you

Your move...

[DollyDarling]

O Yes, Just how I like it. A neutral and balanced Ph, with easy-going attitudes, just loving the simple pleasures of life, like taking a long pee along a lovely country lane, with fuscia, heather, wild roses, twittering birds, and blue sky. The pissers are certainly a more peaceful crowd this the ass pounders. God Bless all the pissers.

[Quarterpoundher]

Are you….

A wild rose of texas
but hopefully not yellow
come sit with me, under a tree
we’ll get, I’m sure, quite mellow

From the East, that mighty beast
Are you a real new yorker?
do walk with me, in central park
I know, you are a corker

Take no notice of the bold bold boys, Dolly, snuggle up anytime you need a real man…

Squeezes and teases…QPH…