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Lament of the Furniture Makers

The rising sun does bless my soul
and being pious is my goal,
for all the world is filled with drear...
aye, sin is bountiful this year.

My heart the Shaker women vex,
From midnight till the dawn of day,
Parading in their langurie
makes me think of torrid sex...

I have been working on a chair
long hours sanding cedar wood.
I only think of underwear...
yes, lacy, ribboned, oh, I could!

I sought a shaker girl her lips to kiss,
So nervous that my knees went weak,
Rode my horse in dreamy bliss,
Fell off the nag and in the creek...

The girl espied my danger there,
as sure the creek was running high.
She dove in, in her underwear
to save me, lest I sink and die!

I saw her girlish beauty bare,
She swam to save me with such force,
She strove to pull me out right there,
Instead she saved my lucky horse!

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This a collaboration with Melodies...

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  • Periwinkle Blue
    November 5

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    A poem to burst out a bucketful of smiles on any day! Very good, you two funny poets. We should do more collabs on this site because it joins poets in such fascinating projects. Makes me want to study up.


  • LAPoe gold member
    November 4

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    Neddy,,,, Ned,,, NEd.... I keep telling you, you gotta get a better class o' woman.... then maybe you can ride her instead of her riding your horse....

    you know how to put a smill on my face don't you!!!!!

    laurie


  • Melodies
    November 4

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    HAHAHAHA!!!

    I adore our poem so much. lol We should do this more often, Ned. Your lines and mine have produced a whammy of a poem. Your ending lines are superb.