Lordy, you are robust. Will you sit on my mustache for a nickle?

This poem sounds really good when you persuade a slightly deaf disabled old man, port-sodden like so many of his ancient tribe, to recite it directly into your ear canal using a method of recitation known as "shouting".

"to the tune of "All You Need is Love" by Cliff Richard" Is this a joke!?????!?!??! LOL ASL?!?!?! The aforesaid song was sung not by Sir Clifford but rather by the Small Rolling Beatle Kink Faces.

"I can accept closure, But not indecent exposure." These two lines are sheer genius. The rest is cack.

Change the last line to this: "God sent me an angel, I just call her Motherfucker" Such an amendment would serve to lend the poem one more layer of polytextual poignality.

Had you been "deflowered" yet?

OMG LOL ASL!??!??!??!!!

Stunning. This piece works really well when recited in a heavy Indian accent. -10-

Change the last word from "soul" to "ass". -10-

Making love to a child Starts out by just a kiss I'm not sure I approve of your pederastic activities, sir!!!!!!

What the world needs now Is gloves sweet gloves

Dandy.

Your beard is like the Moon, Huge and exciting.

An excellent Poem (But I do believe it is "Hang" Glider) It reminded me of a thing I read in a book somewhere--where a man was about to drown and was rescued at the last moment. He was upset because he finally was about to find out what it feels like to be a drowning man, and he was now robbed of that experience.

an excellent social commentary.

I like it. Paints a vivid image.

I like it, but I don't know what to make of it at the same time.

I hate the Beatles but i'll try not to hold that against you. Amusing.

Invert your closing lines. "left a stopped watch" kee-lar.

"As I wake I go to the window , there I focus my eye’s on the poodle." pull your comma tight and pull the apostrophe out of "eye's". "circler" is spelled circular "with their ass" should be on their ass. "He bends even more and I start to get stiff. I can see the seams giving way for his pants to rip. So I wait quiet, and then it goes. And there lies low an behold. he looks around to see if anyone saw which tickled my fancy. I leave the door window and I head to the bed, for I have finished my job. I lay on back and think of what I seen. Then I reach in and start rubbing the knob. Voyeur of the year, join the club. peep fiend . . ." Now little brother this is too vague? you must make it clearer for your readers in order for them to get what you're saying.