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- LiteroticOK Corral
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LiteroticOK Corral
Genesh vs. Simon
Life is ever chaotic
Even here on literotic
The gentle Ganesh was driven to rehearse
Against the Simon Cowel of verse
Simon arrived with his dic
Tionary cocked, ready to make bad
Ganesh, accompanied by gorgeous sari clad
maidens threw the first card at the invisible
who we assumed was a whiteneck intellectual
Surprise, turned out to be a green ineffectual
alien or someone who swam across the Rio Grand
caught in the algae band
I was ready to cheer for Simm
who began to speak 3rd rich rhyme
Words flew like tong hatchets
Verbs disintegrated
Flinging words bounced off
white trash cans
Separating the feuding giants rants
In moments both were exhausted
Ganush was getting ready to do the Indian rope trick
Simm pushed him back
Started climbing the rope
Disappeared into the clouds black
Was he a God returning to heaven?
Or just seeking an exit?
Ganesh turned to the maidens, distracted,
naked bodies in transparent saris,
Abandoned the locution
started flirting with a Mata Hari
This wide assed river maiden
washed clean of henna was Mrs. Simon!
Genush, ever erect,
Quickly mounted her impregnating her with triplets
As his copious ejaculate ran down her thighs, Genush, ever the gentleman said,
"May I offer you a Cowel?"
At that moment, as if on cue,
Simon climbed down from the cloud,
Grabbed his wife
Disappeared into the darkness
Of course Ganesh won visitation rights and now they are one happy family but the diaper bill is enormous
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 10 years agomr. E
at least no fuckery
and I believe
it's called a dhoti
5ed and rofl (small case)
God, I'm sooo terrible, to expect something that was edited and thought out
not to mention the gifts of five
HarryHillover 10 years agoI'm still finding things I missed.
Angelineover 10 years agoand would that we could just write poetry again. I like my poems without a side of rancor. :-)
Thank you for the wonderful read, Mr. E.
HarryHillover 10 years agoAmong all the sharp word play, "May I offer you a Cowel?" Floored me.
Stars? you have to ask?
Ashesh9over 10 years agoStill rollin' on the floor .......tears runnin' down the cheeks. ............!!! 5-ed of course would have 15-ed too if possible !
