Cream Puff
Hey you?
Yes you...
Sweet stuff.
Bold and vivacious,
With some edges rough.
Your cream puff touches...
Moistens me much!
Let's begin together,
To fill your cup up.
Hey you?
I like what you do.
You've got my head mushed with fluff!
I know what you're doing...
When I see you switch and strutt!
I use to feel foolish,
Believing I could make the 'cut'!
But you slowed your flow by me...
And with your wink,
You sent me luck!
Now let's get that cream puff dripping...
Sharing and licking it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pipe Song
Care is all stuff:--
Puff! Puff!
To puff is enough:--
Puff! Puff
More musky than snuff,
And warm is a puff:--
Puff! Puff
Here we sit mid our puffs,
Like old lords in their ruffs,
Snug as bears in their muffs:--
Puff! Puff
Then puff, puff, puff,
For care is all stuff,
Puffed off in a puff--
Puff! Puff!
poem by Herman Melville
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Zero Zip Are The Benefits
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip zero zip are the benefits.
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits.
And poofed up blown to be gone!
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits!
And...
Too poofed with fluff and sent on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr.Puff
My dog Mr.Puff,
Mr. Puff has got the stuff,
He's white and fluffy,
And full of glee,
He's very cute and always happy,
Mr. Puff is a ladies man,
He's a ladies man with a plan,
He goes and sits on the street,
And all the ladies come at his feet,
Mr. Puff knows the game,
He has three females whos owner is the same,
He sleeps with the three every night,
And makes sure to keep them in his sight,
Mr. Puff is a dog many has dreamed of,
Mr. Puff is my dog and he knows he's loved.
poem by Shutter Queen
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Fluff
So take it all
I've got enough
Not gonna fall
Deep down I'm tough
No one to call
You got it rough
Not gonna crawl
Through all that stuff
I hit the wall
And called your bluff
You stood so tall
You looked so rough
But now you're small
A wisp of puff
No need to stall
Leave in a huff
It takes some gall
To spew that guff
Get down the hall
You're only fluff
poem by Paul H Nelson
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A Painting Of Pink Lips
pink lips
melting like
ice cream
from a
pastel brown
canvass
i feel desire
you feel
the toxicity of
dripping
the uselessness of
drifting
i feel the deep sense
of falling
into a dream
of drips of
sweet strawberry
flavored
ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I Feel Today
what i feel today is this
i am scooping some ice cream for you
five scoops of vanilla flavored
ice cream with marshmallow toppings
i hand them to you
with a very sweet smile
and you start licking and munching
marshmallows
inside my mind
is this pain inside my heart
is my aching tooth
but i am not telling you
or anybody
i am a very considerate man
trying always to please you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My opponent called me a cream puff. Well, I rushed out and got the baker's union to endorse me.
quote by Claiborne Pell
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The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.
quote by Anita Diament
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My opponent called me a cream puff. ... Well, I rushed out and got the baker's union to endorse me.
quote by Claiborne Pell
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Cream
This is it
Its time for u to go to the wire
U will hit
Cuz u got the burnin desire
Its your time (time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it
U are fine (fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Ure so good
Baby there aint nobody better (aint nobody better)
So u should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
Ure so cool (cool)
Everything u do is success
Make the rules (rules)
Then break them all cuz u are the best
Yes u are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Look up in the air, its your guitar
Do your dance
Why should u wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make u stronger
Its your time (its your time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it (go on and blow it)
Ure so fine (ure so fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it (u know it)
Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Boogie
song performed by by Prince
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Self-centered....
the blond
has a hand that carries a cone of
vanilla ice cream
it is summer
he looks at the sea
and lets his ice cream melt
not licking it yet
the sea is so blue
a woman looks at his
well chiseled body his
butterfly back
his abs and
strong arms
the ice cream melts
the man looks at the sand
and estimates the size
of his shadow
the sand is so white
the woman with her long black hair
in a two piece
the main attraction of this poem
backs out
and buys her own cone of
vanilla ice cream
and she licks it until the ice cream
is consumed
the man goes to the sea and makes
his needed dive
indeed the sea is so blue
and it is a sad summer....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Rolling Cones
You hear their siren song in the air,
before you ever see the truck.
If it is “The Rolling Cones”
then my friend, you are in luck.
Where Mister Softee use to be
an old bald man down on his luck,
“The Rolling Cones” have sweet young things
Make sexy sundaes in a cup.
These ice cream ladies sell the wares
while wearing frilly bustiers.
Men of a certain age all troupe
to wave their dollars for two scoops.
Curves and ice cream swirls can be
Sexy, yes, but not obscene,
It’s a profitable duopoly.
They use hot babes to sell ice cream.
To differentiate their trucks
From the topless coffee vendor “Cups”
They needed a name all their own
That’s why they’re called “The Rolling Cones”
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Give and Free It Up On The Rough Stuff
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to be with no hint of the tough stuff.
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Black Jacko
Old Black Jacko
Smokes tobacco
In his little pipe of clay.
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough
Though he smokes it all day.
But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat Jacky
Him shmoke plenty too much baccy."
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Miss A La Cream
Waiting is worth the while
Miss A La cream, a la cream
The lady of magnificent style
The woman of many a mans dream
A natural born striker
Every man in turn likes her
The queue up in flashy little cars
It doesn’t get them really any far
Miss A La cream, a la cream
The lady of posh self-esteem
At day, she’s in the sauna wrapped in towels
At day she’s at the hairdressers draped in jewels
At night, she can be found at many a brothel
But don’t you ever ask, what is a vowel?
But don’t you ever attempt to make her to spell
Natural yellow, gold and blonde
With an exquisite scent from beyond
A La cream, a la cream
She can pander a whole football team
Up in the mountains or down by the streams
When she walks the street with her heels
Mouths open, hearts relentlessly dream
Notwithstanding her heart is stronger than steel
That’s why she is Miss A la cream, A la cream
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Rough Around The Edges
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe
I'm a little rough around the edges,
But I think I'm exactly what you need.
As you can see I ain't all spit and polish
And every hair on my head ain't in its place
I ain't got no big degree from college
And I guess to tell the truth I need a shave.
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
Whoa!
Well, you may think I'm just a KC plowboy
Well, just give me a chance to strut my stuff
I don't shine like some pin-up poster cowboy
But neither does a diamond when you pick it up.
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
I'm a little rough around the edges,
But I think I'm exactly what you need.
Yeah, Yeah!, Whoa!...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Nuclear Meltdown...
the first melting you
experience is an ice cream
the vanilla and
strawberry melting
under the summer sun
and you have fun
licking each sweet
delight,
now, have a reality check
with man's craze
over instant energy
it has indulged in nuclear
reactors
on top of earthquake threats
or fault lines
don't they have that
prognostic sense?
now, the people have to
suffer
it is not about ice cream
it is about
the loss of lives of
children and women
and every
living thing
within the harmful
radius of radiation.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Handy Andy
"Handy Andy" (He's nicknamed):
A guy who builds homes n' fixes stuff
"No jobs too big or small" it's proclaimed
This hands-on guy is "No cream puff"
Let's not argue, and let's not bandy
Need something done?
Call "Handy Andy"
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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La, La, La, He, He, Hee
{b-side of sign o the times}
I am a dog outside your door
I have been there since a quarter to four
You are a cat licking intense
I bite your leg in self-defense
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Get out my tree, grinning at me
Licking your tail like its cream
Stroking your whiskers, causing a scene
Thats not the way to be to me (thats not the way)
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
And the doggy say to the kitty
La, la, la, he, he, hee
I want you, you want me
Oh how sexy it will be
If we ever get together in my tree
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Hey little pussy you sure look sweet
Knocking me off of my 4 feet (knocking me off of my 4 feet) {my 4 feet}
Sure do wish dogs could climb (I wish, I wish)
Then we could have a funky good time
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Say it again! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
Why you wink at me? (why you wink at me? )
I dont wanna see (I dont wanna see)
Nasty little cat up up in a tree (up) {up}
Is it really worth-a one night of fun?
Youve got 9 lives, I only got one
Say it! uurh, uurh, uurh, uurh
And the doggy say to the kitty
La, la, la, he, he, hee
I want you, you want me
Oh how sexy it will be
If we ever get together in my tree
Im picking up your scent
song performed by by Prince
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