old mother hubbard
went to the cupboard
to get her poor doggy a bone

but when she bent over
rover took over
and gave her a bone of his own..


thank you

Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown..

Jill just stood there in laughter!!

BEAUTIFUL ANGEL, YOUR EYES SHINE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN.
WHEN I AM NEAR YOU, MY HEART STARTS TO BEAT FASTER.
HOLDING YOU NEXT TO ME, I FEEL SO CALM AND PEACEFUL.

Desire is a Goddess, who possesses my body and enslaves me to thy
lustful thoughts

For what creature would not cry out for thy velvet playful touch upon
thirsty skin?

Even the flowers, envy thy luscious fragrance and bow down to worship
thee, should you grace them with your presence

Like hungry wolves, I, the predator feed upon the velvet whispers of thy
silken hair. Hoping... praying...and forever dreaming

Ooh, Hanged!!!

Wanna come visit me and whisper that in my ear?

If I were a butterfly, beautiful I would be. Free to travel the world
,so all could see the pleasures of life starts with little creations
like me. If I were a butterfly
If I were a butterfly
If I were a butterfly? would you cherish seeing me

Name the time and place kitten. nice pic by the way

i didnt write this.. but it's pretty



Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

I feel it when you're with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

lisa was curious & wrote "someday"
along came petitekitten & wanted to play
she wrote little rhyms & little poems
along came jsh er`s with riddles of their own
somedude walked in with a grin & read what all have wrote
with lil to say he walked away
& fired up a smoke

There once was a man from nantucket who's **** was so long he could suck
it.
As he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin

if my ear was a c**t i'd f**k it

He was only a couple weeks old, when I first looked upon his face that
was wrinkled and still pink, it was like looking at my own reflection in
a mirror. Then as I bent over to pick him up, I pondered how his life
would be..

As the years passed, I saw him slowly grow into a young boy, playingall
the games little boys play, then when he entered middle school, and
begain to show interest in the girls and finaly got himself a girl
friend, it was a joy too see how his life brightened, he was a young man
now.

Then he reached his 13th year, had a bright future ahead of him,, when
one nigh, the Angels came and took him from this world. Oh, how I cried,
but knew he would no lionger be suffering as he had been for eight
months. The doctors tried to save him, but it was all in vain, for no
matter what they knew and the medicins were sering, the power od god was
stronger than mans. Now a;; I can do is sit and look at his picture and
speak softly to him and he would answer in an angelic voice, Dad do not
cry for me, for I am in a better place.,I will be watching over you and
anytime you want to talk, just call me and I will be there..


You see this was my son, who at the tender age of 13, died from
Leukemia. And yes, I do talk to him and he talks to me.

Haiku

riding the surface
a delicate lily blooms
in heaven's sunset