Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
When moose do find daisies they MOAN from the depth of their bosom.
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Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
RAIN is the result of the moaning moose which reaches from the depth of her bosom and helps to spring up the daisies.
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
She would have nothing to GAIN by ramming my daisy loving butt out of the meadow, then she would have no one to adore her bosom!
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
I'd love to put her on a TRAIN,
To meet her and adore her brain,
I won't even be lazy,
I'll bring her a bouquet of Daisies
So she'll just have to deal...
With the bosom worship that's real.
To meet her and adore her brain,
I won't even be lazy,
I'll bring her a bouquet of Daisies
So she'll just have to deal...
With the bosom worship that's real.
Oh MY, this has turned into a RANT about a lovesick moose, bosoms and daisies in my absentia.
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
You really made me chuckle,shesulsa said:
And my knees sure did buckle
As you post of an odious smell
From a moose I admire so well
But right from the START
From the depths of her heart
Her bosom has nothing to do
With what she may spew
You must think I'm crazy
But this Moose is named Daisy!
Your verses are so strangely sweet,
Daisy surely give you TREATS.
Your therapy, I'm thinking of;
Crazy, this hooved-mammal love.
Mammaries don't lure the wise,
Be leery, then, of she-moose eyes.
And while, her brain you're surely liking,
She will surely soon be hiking
Once she hears the he-moose roar,
"B*tch, wipe this beer up off the floor!"
Daisy surely give you TREATS.
Your therapy, I'm thinking of;
Crazy, this hooved-mammal love.
Mammaries don't lure the wise,
Be leery, then, of she-moose eyes.
And while, her brain you're surely liking,
She will surely soon be hiking
Once she hears the he-moose roar,
"B*tch, wipe this beer up off the floor!"
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
Ahhhh A female poet that responds quite well
To my Moose named Daisy and her odious smell
Whose bosom is full of such sweet treats
I totally forgot about her hooven feets
Therapy is not needed for me or this beast
Cause there is no mammal love in the least
I don't drink Beer so do not fear....
It's milk for me with chocolate ..... dear
Her eyes are keen and mammaries large
But if you STARE it might incite a charge
B*itch slaps are out ...beatings do no good
She'll just run away back to the woods
So I won't be a hiking, Through those thickets and bush
For fear those antlers will find my Tush!
To my Moose named Daisy and her odious smell
Whose bosom is full of such sweet treats
I totally forgot about her hooven feets
Therapy is not needed for me or this beast
Cause there is no mammal love in the least
I don't drink Beer so do not fear....
It's milk for me with chocolate ..... dear
Her eyes are keen and mammaries large
But if you STARE it might incite a charge
B*itch slaps are out ...beatings do no good
She'll just run away back to the woods
So I won't be a hiking, Through those thickets and bush
For fear those antlers will find my Tush!
Whew! Normal, then, the dragon, he
Whose golden hide and verse we see
Although I doubt, dear, most severely
Your fondness of these bosoms, clearly
Visible above hooved feet
Which wonder sometimes on paved STREET.
I'm sure that once you two would meet,
You'd surely, firmly, plant your feet;
Not, then, follow your Daisy sour
Into thicket this fine hour.
Enjoy your moo-juice, good sir dragon;
Chocolate milk drink by the flagon!
Whose golden hide and verse we see
Although I doubt, dear, most severely
Your fondness of these bosoms, clearly
Visible above hooved feet
Which wonder sometimes on paved STREET.
I'm sure that once you two would meet,
You'd surely, firmly, plant your feet;
Not, then, follow your Daisy sour
Into thicket this fine hour.
Enjoy your moo-juice, good sir dragon;
Chocolate milk drink by the flagon!
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
Yes, normal is this Golden one
Here to amuse and stir up fun
My Choco milk goes down by the gallon
While grasped within this Dragons talon
No Moose-juice for this 'Oldendragon
My tail needs, to be kept a waggin'
No chasin' bosoms thru brush and TREES
No foul smells to bring me to my knees
Don't want to meet the antlers thrust
For cloven 'mammals' teats or bust
Yes Daisies can be so very cool
Like in pots or gardens around the pool
Matching verses with Shesulsa
Is like trying to spar the female Medusa
Her wit is quick, funny and tart
Cause she uses words like F*rt!
I'm still laughing over that one, dear
It still brings on a joyous tear.
:boing2:
Here to amuse and stir up fun
My Choco milk goes down by the gallon
While grasped within this Dragons talon
No Moose-juice for this 'Oldendragon
My tail needs, to be kept a waggin'
No chasin' bosoms thru brush and TREES
No foul smells to bring me to my knees
Don't want to meet the antlers thrust
For cloven 'mammals' teats or bust
Yes Daisies can be so very cool
Like in pots or gardens around the pool
Matching verses with Shesulsa
Is like trying to spar the female Medusa
Her wit is quick, funny and tart
Cause she uses words like F*rt!
I'm still laughing over that one, dear
It still brings on a joyous tear.
:boing2:
Flatlander
Grandmaster
Returned, have I, to speculate
(and might I add its none too late)
On hither moose and bosom dear
and this fine thread you'd wish to STEER
toward the realm of verse, and lo
we readers so enjoy the show.
So carry on this pleasant text,
My interest lies in what comes next.
(and might I add its none too late)
On hither moose and bosom dear
and this fine thread you'd wish to STEER
toward the realm of verse, and lo
we readers so enjoy the show.
So carry on this pleasant text,
My interest lies in what comes next.
Ah, beef! She-Sulsa likes the stuff,
And rare, that is, not burned or tough.
(Flatlander "steers" the thread, no doubt
Toward a diff'rent hoof-toed bout.)
All right, Medusa's primed and ready
For rhyme which might get rather heady.
Her PEERS are rubbing Sulsa down
As she writes her verse with frown
And evil grin. The Golden One...
Methinks he's having too much fun.
He laughs at gorgeous words like f*rt
And puts the moose before the cart.
He calls her Daisy, but my steer
Whispers (Sulsa, Daisy's near.)
Sulsa-she avoids the storm
Which, otherwise, would sound the horn
While Dragon drinks his brown moo-juice,
His Daisy Bosom's on the loose!
Run for your lives, lend me an ear
Now I will go and get my SPEAR
And sword and torch and barbeque
I like mine mooing - how 'bout you?
And rare, that is, not burned or tough.
(Flatlander "steers" the thread, no doubt
Toward a diff'rent hoof-toed bout.)
All right, Medusa's primed and ready
For rhyme which might get rather heady.
Her PEERS are rubbing Sulsa down
As she writes her verse with frown
And evil grin. The Golden One...
Methinks he's having too much fun.
He laughs at gorgeous words like f*rt
And puts the moose before the cart.
He calls her Daisy, but my steer
Whispers (Sulsa, Daisy's near.)
Sulsa-she avoids the storm
Which, otherwise, would sound the horn
While Dragon drinks his brown moo-juice,
His Daisy Bosom's on the loose!
Run for your lives, lend me an ear
Now I will go and get my SPEAR
And sword and torch and barbeque
I like mine mooing - how 'bout you?
Goldendragon7
Grandmaster
Ah yes.... this thread continues on
With all the readers holdin' strong
Awaiting the next clever verse or quip
From the Dragon's breath or She-Sulsa's lip
Others are invited to join right in
I'm sure many others can surely make us grin
Just watch out for... the Medusa's spell
Her thoughts are no doubt straight from H*ll
Kindly excuse She-Sulsa's "off color" words
That word F*art is just for the birds
The Moose and cart that's on the loose
You need not worry over Brown Moo-Juice
No need to run... bosoms won't hurt You
Daisy's fate is safe from the Bar-B-Que
The Storm has passed, swords and spears put down
As torches illuminate the holy ground
"Lady Bugs" the steer is now on grill
Ohhhh the smell of meat is quite a thrill
Eyes watching closely, Mouths drip as we wait
To REAP the benefits once we can masticate
Burned, tough, medium or mooing states
We all have differing likes for steaks
So bring the taters, A-1 Sauce and beans
Milk, Beer and soda and lo cut jeans.
Well all have a blast so do not Balk
You'll find this only on Martial Talk!
With all the readers holdin' strong
Awaiting the next clever verse or quip
From the Dragon's breath or She-Sulsa's lip
Others are invited to join right in
I'm sure many others can surely make us grin
Just watch out for... the Medusa's spell
Her thoughts are no doubt straight from H*ll
Kindly excuse She-Sulsa's "off color" words
That word F*art is just for the birds
The Moose and cart that's on the loose
You need not worry over Brown Moo-Juice
No need to run... bosoms won't hurt You
Daisy's fate is safe from the Bar-B-Que
The Storm has passed, swords and spears put down
As torches illuminate the holy ground
"Lady Bugs" the steer is now on grill
Ohhhh the smell of meat is quite a thrill
Eyes watching closely, Mouths drip as we wait
To REAP the benefits once we can masticate
Burned, tough, medium or mooing states
We all have differing likes for steaks
So bring the taters, A-1 Sauce and beans
Milk, Beer and soda and lo cut jeans.
Well all have a blast so do not Balk
You'll find this only on Martial Talk!
No poetress am I, nor words APPEAR rhymed in moose, or flowers or bbq.
Burned, tough, medium or mooing beef?
Wouldnt you rather fish off the reef?
Clams, crabs, lobsters or shark,
Whatever you take as your mark.
Let this barbeque expand some more
While dragon and sulsa spins lore
Let dear Daisy Moose go her way,
Dancing like the daisies in May,
Bring the fruits of the season,
Make a salad with your son,
An apple, PEAR, an apricot,
And many more in the lot,
Why stop with a moose and cow,
Sea-faring critters and fruit wow
The MartialTalk feast galore,
Come share prose some more!
Wouldnt you rather fish off the reef?
Clams, crabs, lobsters or shark,
Whatever you take as your mark.
Let this barbeque expand some more
While dragon and sulsa spins lore
Let dear Daisy Moose go her way,
Dancing like the daisies in May,
Bring the fruits of the season,
Make a salad with your son,
An apple, PEAR, an apricot,
And many more in the lot,
Why stop with a moose and cow,
Sea-faring critters and fruit wow
The MartialTalk feast galore,
Come share prose some more!
