Wasted home-made waists(Absolutely not for hard use and/ or home-use)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

In haist to be in the Wild Wild West

They cherish their dreams in force-worn breasts

To groom the groins of wealth with zest

They nestle the nozzle for a blood-stained crest.


The smiling lips betray their hopes,

The craidling teats portray their slopes,

The grinding hips resonate their tears

While the scarlet sheets emanate their fears.


Bends and curves plus hills and falls

Mend their way for the clubby-hubby waltz

Tamed and lamed in one-way roles

Lives are lived for rock 'n' roles


Kitties for some and cookies for some,

Chewed and licked like nooky-house gum

Pinched and slapped cheeks made-up plum

one-night wives may chunk their chum


Silent bridal seas astray

Shown no marks of the boats that sway

Throne overboard with a price to pay

Forever they live their lives' last day.


Modeled figures lack models for life

Whim and vigor just melt with the stripe

Jingling haggles swop slots for a wife

Untoled tales stuck still in the windpipe


Athenian sons of the fancied lineage,

Saddle the horses for the divine passage

Fairies alight at the end of their hemorrhage

Chassed for their shares at Vegas's hermitage.

Done and Dusted:->(an audacious account of a bridegroom)

Monday, November 8, 2010

The long awaited moon

Has thus taken its seet

In the starry sky

Right above our room


My lovely young bride

Along with her pride

Takes her time

To show me all she's got.


The stage is set

The eyes are met

But alas! I fret

the night ain't perfect.


I can't align

My mind's design

Within her figure

That lacks more vigor


In fact our hearts

Were the perfect match

Yet my eyes craved

For more in her.


To hold tight

I yearned for sleek hips

To tenderly touch

I wanted coiled hair

Oh poor dear

Shan't shed a tear

But with her failed gear

I'll only be her fear.


How can I juxtapose

Her plain-Jane figure

with the physiques that made me froze

filled with lust and vigor


It wasn't her,

my eyes wanted most

But it was her ,

Who was drawn to me so close.


I was told that she ditched

A mad goggle-eyed fool

With whom she saw no future

Which she neither shall have with me.


It's not my fault

She made her own snare

To trap us both

in an undue share.



Everything in my power

I did to turn her down

And yet none could cover

Her love that bore my crown.


By the grace of all we married

Never to keep it long

the morrow that sun shall carry

will tell her I've long gone.