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Not to be Beaten
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Not to be Beaten |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria 
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Not to be Beaten Four middle aged ladies had a rendezvous one day, They hadn’t seen each other for thirty odd years, They had all been great friends in the days of their youth But now each other’s history was much in arrears. They were all very excited each other to see And reminiscing was soon in full swing, The four of them had a great story to tell, As each was now wearing a gold wedding ring. They were all happily married with a family too And were soon swapping stories about their kids, Both boys and girls were all in even supply, They stated they wouldn’t be without them for quids. The first lady said that her oldest son had done well, For he had studied to become the local priest, It was the local parishioners who now called him Father. For he’d much rather stay in his own diocese The second lady said that her son had also done well And when the Archbishop died her son took his place, He is very well liked and held in great respect, When his parishioners address him they call him ‘Your Grace’. The third lady said her son was also a man of the cloth And right from his youth he’d been a person of prominence, He’d climbed the tree of success & now was a Cardinal And all his parishioners now called him Your Eminence. They all had a very satisfied look on their face, As they turned to the fourth lady, her story to tell, She sat there quietly smiling, not saying a word, Quickly losing patience the others said, well. Well I don’t want to trump the success of your sons But my son is the answer to a fair maidens dream, He is tall and good looking, like a statue in bronze And his bearing and demeanor is really supreme. He’s a hit with the ladies for a stripper is he And from adolescence the pathway to success he has trod, He’s extremely well endowed and not a bit shy, When they see him standing naked they all say, My God. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Lindsay, That's very good. It sounds about right. Bobby |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, dear Lindsay, how you weave these stories up to the final surprise!  You are so good at these humoruos poems! Thank you for the smiles!Love, Margherita |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Dang Lindsay, I told you not to tell anyone about me being a stripper and, my other, endowments (!) Oh well, that's okay. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a studded leather thong I can borrow would you, I've got a performance in five minutes? This was naughty my friend. I likee... :P |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love this. A |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
I appreciate your sense of humor and your ballad-like style so appropriate to your subject matter. |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
You have a talent for making people laugh with your poems. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
made me giggle good job on this one! |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
A big thank you to all you great poets Bobby, Margherita, Richy, Alison, Bastet, Earl and Dixie, I hope the sun shines bright for all of you good friends today and Richy I'm sorry to say that I can't help you out with that studded leather thong as I only have the one. ha ha. |
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