Bullies Sci-Fi Book 'Adams Quest' & Poetry

Adam's Quest.Adult Sci-Fi

Poetry for over 16s

Romantic Poetry

Funny Poetry

Erotic Poetry

Dealing with Bullies

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                                                                                      PING

Oh Lord!

My internal bio-incubator alarm went off

Quick, I need a man with awesome jeans

Denim, Wrangler Levi’s, no such basic stuff

What I need is  hot, no seams, spelt Genes

 

What shall I do? I just need one good screw

Hey you!, look out there, he, looks mighty fast

Let me run to the window for a better view

Let me check my list, to see if he’ll do at last

 

Oh yes it seems everything’s on my list, Genes!

Now all I have to do is run, get there very fast

And I hope, to have some  fun to, by all means

Lets hope he’s Man, out in front, but comes last

 

I skirted, flirted and got him in quite good state

Now all I have to do is tie down this good man

His Mom’s told my Mom he’s mine, on a plate!

Wow everything is going to my so careful plan

 

I look now for proof of future fun and I so plead

But I think his Mom told him it’s for tea to stir

As much as I offer, lay  for him to, do the deed!

I shout, he limps away, with fist, to have an affair

 

Caustic minded now, I stressing, what did Mom say?

Did she say I’ll shout if you do play with it, Atcha!

Or when you asked about this thing, sometimes stiff

Did she say its just too much starch in your Katcha

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She,

 

Queen of the PC screen,

was both mean n lean

drawing men in keen

as  part of her scene

 

A drink of best gear

She said with a sneer

You have nought to fear

It is only beer

 

After quite a few

Of this witches brew

They had fun in view

Old, felt youth renew

 

Beauty in their eyes

Lust, couldn’t disguise

They boasted of size

Of love between thighs

 

This Witch sure was tough

To these worms so rough

Undoing her warm ruff

Said…see my best bluff

 

Before they could move

With a slash so smooth

She cut out a groove

A heart to remove

No time for crying

They lay limp, dying

Witch was hearts tying

Each to each vying

 

To beat all the rest

and help make her nest

the most very best

Witch was not impressed

 

On broomstick over-flew

Said, this lot I’ll stew

To make a good brew

For batch number two

 

OOPS a loop’s in view!!!!!!!!!

 


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