its mists rising,
before I know it
has turned to twilight,
and the heart that crowds my chest
hurts me so
I moan
like the mountain thrushes.
Then from the mountains
where our great Lord,
a god aloof,
is pleased to wander,
a wind comes blowing,
and as I stand alone,
morning and night,
it turns back my sleeve
and I think how auspicious
is that one word "back"!
Back where her gun is.
I call myself a man of spirit,
but on this journey,
grass for a pillow,
my thoughts keep going back—
no way to stop them—
and like the fires that burn
when fishergirls of Ami Bay
boil down their salt,
these memories burn
deep within my heart.
Of their 50 caliber butts.
Because the winds across the mountain
blow without cease,
each night in sleep unfailingly
I think with longing
of my love back home.
With her clenched cheeks
firing again and again.
21 comments:
Tailgunner poops lead
Spewing dread amongst followers
Saving face backwards
I know this isn't a Whose That Girl, but I'm quite sure that's Ima Leadshitter.
Come on Windbag, it's Haiku or fuck you! :)
Trooper won't admit it but this is what he "faced" onboard the USS Missouri when he visited the poop deck.
Tailgunner JoAnne
Pellet extravaganza
Full metal knickers
Excellent, windbag!
There was a young girl from Sapporo
whose ass every boy did adore so.
She'd hold on like a chuck
to your drill bit and cluck,
"That's at least a Y gauge, maybe more so!"
@Chip S: is that Limerick or Rimelick?
Too coarse for a rimerick; lacks finish.
A girl with a gun for a dildo
Determined that she go commando
In a flash her behind
Streaked its way past her mind
And her cheeks blasting out innuendos
Seven samurai
Demand rice from innocent
Now bleed profusely
In fairness, it seems to be attached to her tailbone which, from an engineering standpoint makes structural sense, even if it does complicate the firing mechanism.
Fairness, not
A staple
Around here
Yet her gun
Seems firmly
Attached and
Ready to aim
If not fire!
Tail gunners attack from the rear!
This pic doesn't show 'em, but wait 'til you see her armaments
She's got a nice sponson, BTW.
HOW DOES MAMAM DEAL WITH ALL THIS TESTOSTERONE AND PROFANITY?
THAT IS WHAT IS MOST AMAZING ABOUT THIS BLOG.
TITS.
HOW DOES MAMAM DEAL WITH ALL THIS TESTOSTERONE AND PROFANITY?
It's the poetry, Titus. I like poetry and laughter.
If you read more than you shouted, you'd also know I've spent the greater part of my life in a family of men.
The Constitution’s
Second Amendment protects
our right to stuff arms.
If she farts, watch out!
...I've spent the greater part of my life in a family of men.
To hear Titus tell it, he's spent the greater part of his life in men. Maybe that hinders his allotment of reading time.
Mention of Janus was recently made, which could account for changing focus and reading challenges.
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