Funny Naughty Short Love Poems
Oh Susana!
by Stephen Foster
I came from Alabama
wid my banjo on my knee,
I'm g'wan to Louisiana,
My true love for to see,
It raind all night the day I left
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I frose to death
Susana dont you cry.
Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
Remember
Short funny love poems by Jessica Mejia I remember the park
I remember the grass
I remember the time
you grabed my ass.
Thinking of you
Funny poetry by Sarah
You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise
You're the last thing I think of
When I close my eyes
You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move you make
You're an angel from above
who takes away my pain
My love for you is so strong
It's always just the same
You're the miracle in my life
Who can always make me smile
Just knowing that you care
Makes my life worth-while
You've touched my heart and soul
Which you have from the start
Your warm soft words
Will never leave my heart
You are everything I want
You're so pure and true
I love you with everything I have
And I love everything that you do.
What Were You Doing?
Funny poem by Paul Curtis
People of a certain generation
Older than baby boomers anyway
Know exactly what they were doing
The day Oswald assassinated JFK
I have no inkling what I was doing
I was only seven years old you see
I would definitely know however
Had they assassinated Mr Pastry
I do know what I was doing exactly
When first I heard Bohemian Rhapsody
I remember like it was yesterday
And who I did it with on her settee.
Anon
I gently touched her hand: she gave
A look that did my soul enslave;
I pressed her rebel lips in vain:
They rose up to be pressed again.
Thus happy, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her soft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick, light impression made:
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And swelled and seemed to overflow.
Yet, trust me, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her eyes my eyes did stay:
O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray;
Each sense was ravished with delight,
And my soul stood prepared for flight.
Blame me not if at last I meant
More to be pleased than innocent.
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