I prefer haikus
about pertinent subjects
but they are harder
Last edited by Foresight; 01-16-2014 at 17:28.
The wind blows cold air
on the humble and the proud
and the sun shines on
A gentleman and a flirt
met up on a trail made of dirt.
Said the flirt, "Let us dine."
Said the gent, "The bill's mine."
The result was a bit of a squirt.
The gentleman here wrote a limerick
About a trail curious city chick
but what he didn't know
is she just wants to grow
And now he's come out looking like a pr-
A gentleman and a flirt
found themselves on the same trail of dirt.
Said the gent, "The bill"s mine."
Said the flirt, "How divine,
by the way, I am all for dessert."
Oh no... not this thread, I can't do it!
In East TennesseeOriginally Posted by HikerMom58
Oh no... not this thread, I can't do it!
across the line from NC
"Alvin...Ma wants ya."
You know I'm a real person with feelings, right? I've noticed several comments you've made about me. If I've offended you in some way I would like to apologize. I'm really a nice girl. I've taught Sunday school (for a very brief time when I lived with my grandparents), volunteered at homeless shelters, I work for a nonprofit which provides care to people with special needs like autism and deafness, and every Friday I drive a 90-year-old former landlady to doctor appointments and various other errands. Yeah, I'm a serious flirt and maybe I could be a little more demur... but I'm also young and unattached... and maybe you could try to be more accepting and not make so many assumptions.
I tried messaging you but you have that blocked. I wonder why.
A youngun', whose name I won't mention,
was getting unwanted attention.
The thing was the skin
seemed a little bit thin,
as if humor were just a pretension.
Miss Sierra Stone,
My fun has sincerely not been meant to harm you, and I honestly hope I have not caused you to be too upset.
I can tell you are a bright, well intentioned, and often quite charming young lady. Forgive me for ruffling your feathers. I am an incorrigible old fart.
Ahh...sweet!I love this!!
Aficion... you need to do something about your inbox prob. This is your "mom" talking.
I tried to pm gator to help me fix it but it wouldn't let me cause it was full.Ahh...sweet!
Aficion... you need to do something about your inbox prob. This is your "mom" talking.
You are some kind of silly!I tried to pm gator to help me fix it but it wouldn't let me cause it was full.
Yeah but my Mom still loves me.You are some kind of silly!
I do & I bet she does too, that's true!
I haven't written poetry in a decade
this post is nothing but a terrible facade
but as for the "old fart"
who showed me his heart
Thank you, and I'll also drive you to Medicaid
Haha.
Oh! I am a little too delicate, aren't I? I'm sorry, I really don't know your personality. (In my defense! The last time you were posting continuously it was pretty direct and rather serious and you weren't screwing around.
Words can hurt, so true
Aficion, Sierra
Nice to see peace too
"Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen." Louis L’Amour
Hiking on to see
It matters not what it is
Just that I do see
"Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen." Louis L’Amour
Sometimes I hike slow
It is why I hike Solo
Sometimes fast I go
"Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen." Louis L’Amour
There once was a hiker named Furlough.
Who got his trail name while still a GI Joe.
Now today he hikes and maintains,
While all the while still dreaming about the GAME of Georgia to Maine.
"Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen." Louis L’Amour
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