7Confessions Gossip

She whispered “will it hurt me?”
“Of course not” answered he
“It’s a very simple process,
You can rely on me.”

She said “I’m very frightened,
I’ve not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore.”

It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.

“Calm yourself” he whispered
“His face filled with a grin
“Try and open wider
So I can get it in.”

“It’s coming now” he whispered
“I know” she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said “I am glad I’m having this.”

And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said “I’m glad I came now
You made it worth my while.”

Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It’s just your dirty mind!!
BY Author Unknown

While the clock is steadily ticking
My eye is steadily twitching
And the ticking, tocking clock that’s ticking
Can’t take the hint that I am hinting
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.
But when I sock the clock a mighty wack
The infernal clock just socks me back!
And the swaying ticker that makes me bitter
Mocks and mocks with its never ceasing ticks and tocks
The day goes on with that ticking sound
And upon my face is a mighty frown
That deepens and deepens as the clock ticks more
Ever more insistent than it was before
The night comes yet still I sit,
For who can sleep with that tocking twit
Ticking and tocking until who knows when
But back to the matter, I’ll say it again;
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.

I don’t have an ego problem I’m just a handsome brute
I can drive fast cars, bare back ride and even clay pigeon shoot
I am James Dean and Russell Crowe all rolled into one
I’m just your all round perfect guy, the original sun of a gun.

I have a gentle personality, and can dance like Fred Astaire
My skin has not a blemish and I have the perfect head of hair,
I can speak six different languages and it’s quiet plain to see
That every man who has ever walked wishes he were me.

The life I lead is one of bliss, like the wind I am carefree
I don’t have to look for love, woman fall all over me,
I ‘d like to find the perfect one, have her cradled in my arms
And give her never ending love and she could share my charm.

I hear you ask “Who is this guy” the THOR of the modern era
Would you like to meet this man one day to get the picture clearer,
Would you be humbled in his presence and bow at his command
And wait upon him hand and foot, fulfill all his demands?

The answer is found deep within all those who hear this story
The question is, “Does this man exist, this man of solemn glory”
Some women will say, “this is the man” the dream they long and hanker
I hear a chorus of men cry out, AS IF!………what a bloody wanker.

By Lindsay Steinhardt

This just made me think and it’s a serious matter so before you do something stupid make sure that 75% of innocent people aren’t getting hurt!

Sick of pick up lines older than your grandma?? Have some fun with this poem!

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,

My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

BY Robert Browning

First i would like to thank everyone for the inspirational comments when i was feeling so down these past days!! That’s when i remember why i blog and thank you to keep on visiting me and commenting!!
Today i had to deal with the cable TV company guy, as always he put me on hold for like hours and hours and at the end he didn’t fix my problem some of my channels are still missing so I’m dedicating this little poem to that guy!!

by Frank Halliwell