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[LOL! Yes. And very funny!]The Chinese masseuse
with the mechanical bull
keeps her hands busy.
[Really?! LOL!]Her fancy tickling
had a light touch with bruises
and their thick wallets.
The art of the blameis a skill best left to Trump
and fake hair masters.
The perfect haikuis one written that was not
written to be one.
To be haikuis to aim for perfection
yet just miss the mark.
[Yes, but very funny all the same. ;-) ]To aim for a be
is to gain more than the sea
and to see past it.
She aimed for a C,secretly hoped for a B,
scored a D (no bull).
The girl dismounted.There was a lull, hungry stares,
and a lonely bull.
Tijuana brass,fascinated by her ass,
called it 'lonely bull'.
Dark eyed, his mannerssuperb, Alpert approached her:
“Dejeuner sur l’Herb?”
The frog legs were tough,the chef's legs comme ci comme ca,
l'escargot tres mal.
An old, wakened fearheld him back, of vorpal blades
that go snicker snack.
Fear held him back butshe broke him loose, with one look
at her tight caboose.
His jaw hit the floor.What a clunk! His greatest love -
a trunk without junk.
"Snicker, snack," said Jack,Kerouac, to Mary's back,
on this, All Soul's Day.
Nor were Myron’s thoughtsabstruse as his eyes drank in
Shirl’s shapely caboose.
This will be a tailtold of by hearty and hail
in search of Shirl's grail.
Though beer had left himunsteady, his faith was strong
and his lance ready.
Her fingers were braveand her face was hot. Shirl liked
Myron’s lance a lot.
How an afternoonmalingers after French fries,
ale, and steak fingers!
(I’ll merely mention that Bunny Yeager is one of my favorite photographers.)
Alex wrote: "Hi Mandy! I missed your writing!"Thanks Alex, it's good to be back.
Dracula beware of the man with stake fingers
and garlic laced hair.
Sometimes he craved steak,a baked potato, even
buttered garlic bread.
A foul-tasting dame
from NATO made him regret
that he was undead.
He knew it was trite,"You can't judge blood from the skin,"
and was still sucked in.
Was it her taught waist,her bust, her bangs, or her eyes,
that brought out his fangs?
Her fishnet stockings,tall sleek black open toed shoes,
brilliant red toe nails,
long black hair, caught up
with pins and insouciance,
were what had snared him.
Drac almost forgot,entranced by her feet, that she
was something to eat.
You can't judge a Dracby his fangs, sharp little teeth
can still nibble things.
To nibble or not,was what dracula wondered
at the drag queen bar.
Drac hungered for thegirl with the small waist, blue eyes,
and adam's apple.
But with his fangs in
her neck, his hand found something
he couldn't grapple.
From Julie:Drac's back! Murmuring,
Fetid breath, wandering hand,
"Done my back!!!" Poor Drac!!!!
Drac withdrew, beganto shake. He had met his match -
a girl with a stake.
He was a she orwas she a he, her plumbing
had a special need.
She might dress like a
woman, but she still stood up
whenever she peed.
He wrote on the wall,'Stood here with a new blue dress
And everything's fine.'
The barmaid sighed, tiredwith hurry. “Why do old fags
look like Tim Curry?”
He was but a strangehostess, of Mother, Daughter,
and Holy Ghostess.
He was ecstatic--the wigged nun was none other
than Oliver Dunn.
Slipping her shacklesshe perched above the abyss;
unfurled virgin wings.
The betting barfliestraded cash, counting seconds
till her echoed splash.
Around the moolathe gamblers flit, drawn like flies
to the smell of fresh
A sagging jukeboxbelched the blues in slow measures
of lust, smoke, and booze.
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like a mechanical bull
in a china shop.
(that one is just too good to let go)