NZ...vee can't feel his toes
And wishes to amputate his bones
And while i can't hear his moans
I empathise with his lows
I confess I don't understand
No toes, means nowhere to land
Big toes are indeed grand
But i don't support one-man bands
Is it really just a metaphor?
And if so, what is it for,
Coz no man sane or pure
Could be so freezing cold to the core
To risk balance and personal order
No this cold man must be out of order
Especially so far away from my border
To suddenly develop Amputee identity disorder.
APOTEMNOPHILIA.
Vee baths or rather vee showers
Vee must smell like a flower
Lots of dealing with hair today
Slightly vain or slightly gay?
Or none of the above
Meterosexuals = doves?
Hmm. Doves are white
Pretty, flirty and light...
Yip, that'll have to do for now
Because I've consented to a vow
Never to delete,
Just to complete,
Now tell me which you prefer
Baths or showers or neither?
Im a bath girl, depending on my mood
And of course showers are sexier with a dude
Or perhaps a dudette in your case
Forgetting your sex but never your race
These are things imposed upon us
Even showers, grooming and stuff
I am happy that you're clothed and clean
You'll have a special glow and sheen
Not to say you weren't special before
You were, and are, efficient and more
I'm not, I suck, I chew, I lick
I guess I'm just not that slick
I'm impressed but won't let on
Of ubersexuals I really am fond
And they're the ones who society should reward
Not dumb actors with gold statue awards
It is much better just to be
And I assume much fun to see
People performing on stage
While you critique and gage
If they are worth your time
Or worth a ... crime...
Down-ass chicks always amaze me
Will go to jail for their lover's plea
Men will do it for kids and mums
Not usually for their girlie-bums (??)
I think i'm tired of this rhyming poem
I don't think you'll care if i continue in prose?!
VWGE...
Vee is a man…
That is the beginning and end of my poem,
Just ask all the people that know him.
Or maybe not, they might get it wrong
They might remember the time he sang that song.
…You make me feel, you make me feel…
Oh my god, self realization,
I’m gonna be ill
. But why is he not a man….
Because he is better or worse than The normal man?
Getting ready doesn’t take hours
He doesn’t bath, he takes showers
Flowers are pretty but not for his scent
Spends many pounds to avoid that stench
Could he’s toes be his heart?
He’ll let you figure it out, play your part.
Funny thing is he saw a chiropodist
Her services he once had to in list
For the one time, at band camp, he had to insist
That he could not go on in pain, like this.
Ubersexual, Vee much prefers
So does he get the award, is he the winner?
You suck, you lick; a typical woman
With sexy lips, just like uma Therman?
The man is tough when it comes to his kids,
Young as 5 to 10 he’ll do a bid.
See daylight for only an hour
Confinement taking away all his power
Flowers, scents – NO - nothing but the shower
No more pleasantries, deciding between uber and metro sexual
Cause in jail there is only one called homosexual
Well, not as good as yours, but then you’re a woman…
Vee is a man…
That is the beginning and end of my poem,
Just ask all the people that know him.
Or maybe not, they might get it wrong
They might remember the time he sang that song.
…You make me feel, you make me feel…
Oh my god, self realization,
I’m gonna be ill
. But why is he not a man….
Because he is better or worse than The normal man?
Getting ready doesn’t take hours
He doesn’t bath, he takes showers
Flowers are pretty but not for his scent
Spends many pounds to avoid that stench
Could he’s toes be his heart?
He’ll let you figure it out, play your part.
Funny thing is he saw a chiropodist
Her services he once had to in list
For the one time, at band camp, he had to insist
That he could not go on in pain, like this.
Ubersexual, Vee much prefers
So does he get the award, is he the winner?
You suck, you lick; a typical woman
With sexy lips, just like uma Therman?
The man is tough when it comes to his kids,
Young as 5 to 10 he’ll do a bid.
See daylight for only an hour
Confinement taking away all his power
Flowers, scents – NO - nothing but the shower
No more pleasantries, deciding between uber and metro sexual
Cause in jail there is only one called homosexual
Well, not as good as yours, but then you’re a woman…
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