enrobed?.........................................a hem.....................;)
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Hob-nob? Digestive?
how to pick your favourite
Harry toss a coin!
:o
Kamala anyone?
A Losing Battle
How can my love hold him when the other
Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness
to his Beast? Men are worthless, to trap them
Use the cheapest bait of all, but never
Love, which in a woman must mean tears
And a silence in the blood
Kamala Das
(I would like to point out that the opinions reflected are not mine but that of the authors;))
JD's (i can't even utter the words) used to be eaten with abondon until I was about 15 when I did the Lyke Wake Walk. we had said biscuits with us in the support vehical but they were stored too near a petrol cannister and even to this day if I even attempt to nibble one I all I taste is Petrol.:(
squashed files in pastry
a disappointing biscuit
called Garibaldi
now are you thinking of the cornfields and the artist with big hat and it begins to rain as she tucks into her flake, or the one in the bath with the lizard? She certainly seemed very pleased to see her chocolate....:D
Only the crumbliest, flakiest poets...could be the Fell Poets Society's abiding rule for membership.
Ringtons ginger snaps
dunked into licorice tea
warm spice and sweetness
flickering tongue
unleashing the heat within
chocolate ginger
haiku biscuit porn
new form has runners getting
over excited!
Biscuit Porn.
I caress your rounded sides,
Your smooth darkness in my hand,
Up and down my hand glides,
The taste of you in my mouth is grand,
Your creamy goodness explodes on my tongue,
It's down my throat deep inside me,
I can't believe it this is so wrong,
A Hob-Nob dipped in a cup of tea.
By Matt Harmston.
what about a suggestive digestive poem
Tri! Hes! stop it! I'm coming over all unnecessary!
and Hes.....it has to be the lass with the watercolours in a field. Christ! it wasn't you was it???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are all so wrong!
Sweet Dreams
It's custard creams that will fill ya dream
With thrills and flavours to devour,
They're made for dunking, oh so supreme,
And to savour any hour.
Those yellow chappies stand so proud,
All biscuit and vanilla,
And if your mam says they're not allowed
You can stuff them under ya pilla.
And even a real poet thinks they're...er...poetic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yiht6GhCCbA
:D:D:D
Oh crumbs that was a long time coming - off form tonight.
Digestives
tasty chrunchie bite
until dunked in steamy tea
soggy mess in cup
I can't stop laughing :D:D excellent biscuit-based porno poetry everyone :cool: