A Poem By Yeti

[Yeti]

Young and beautiful redhaired girl,
Driving your mothers car.
I see you in my rear view mirror,
you look like a movie star.
You only look about seventeen
you're really something super.
I wish that I was seventeen too,
so I could do you in your pooper.

[SD_Eagle5]

Balloon knot

[MadMarchHare]

Man, VT is pretty remote isn't it?

[Susquehanna Birder]

[mussa]

[Yeti]

Man, VT is pretty remote isn't it?

I've been back in Philly for the week.
If it was Vermont it would go like this.

Big fat buck tooth scary chick
driving your daddys truck
I want to get away from you,
you look like you're ready to farg.
I'm scared if you catch up to me,
I'll be the one you're doing,
I really hope that I am not,
My Johnson you will ruin.

[mussa]

 

[MadMarchHare]

Dude, that's classic!  You get that right off the top of your head?

[Tomahawk]

Both poems earn 

Clever and perverse. I would like to nominate you for a pulitzer, Maya.

[Yeti]

 

Thanks, it's a new talent I seemed to develop after spending months away from civilization.

[MDS]

you are one sick son of a bitch

[T_Section224]

well done yeti, on both of them

[PhillyPhanInDC]

Yeti, since you are becoming such a regular again, maybe you should get back to doing what you doing best, giving us whack off material. BoTW needs a comeback. Maybe not a weekly one as before, but a "Yeti's Random Hot Biatch". Or some such. This will help enormously, since normally when searching for porn on my 'puter, and having the attention span of a Down's syndrome stricken guinea pig, I get sidetracked and wind up accidentally conversing with my wife or wasting time by doing work.

[mcnabbmvp]

Man, VT is pretty remote isn't it?

I've been back in Philly for the week.
If it was Vermont it would go like this.

Big fat buck tooth scary chick
driving your daddys truck
I want to get away from you,
you look like you're ready to farg.
I'm scared if you catch up to me,
I'll be the one you're doing,
I really hope that I am not,
My Johnson you will ruin.

that is pretty much the whole state. i live in southern part.

[Father Demon]

Good ones, Yeti...   Keep up the solidarity -- it's good for us.

It reminds me of this classic from Paul Gilmartin:

"Last call" announced the barkeep, and then their eyes did meet;
Betty the bearded lady, and Tom the four-inch freak.

Tom lowered his voice and made a pass, "What are you doin' later?"
Betty thought as she stroked her beard, "Nothin', sweet potater."

People pointed, jokes were made, but it fell on four deaf ears;
Tom thrust his tiny shoulders back, and ignored the painful jeers

"Betty," he said, "the world can be such a cruel, unfeeling place."
She said "I know, my little punkin," and kissed his tiny face

She carried him through the parking lot to the woods that lay beyond
Never before had either felt such an instant common bond

"Betty," he said, gazing down at his tiny platform shoe,
"Tonight I would like nothing more than to make sweet love to you."

She said "I'm a virgin," he said "So am I." She said "Don't you think that's weird?"
He said, "Not really, I'm four inches tall, and, y'know...you've got the beard."

She pressed him tight against her bosom, he inhaled her perfumed air
He covered her neck with tiny hickeys, and stroked her facial hair

The moonlight danced off his cowboy hat, she giggled and she swayed
She undid his tiny rhinestone belt; a cricket looked away

She set him down, unzipped her dress, still tipsy from the booze
She tripped pulling off her panties, and crushed him with her shoes

Bearded Betty never married, her mistake sure took its toll
She still owns that pair of shoes...and Tom's still in her sole.