Walrus the Rubber and Hardened Carpenter with Rods of True

Inspired by The Walrus and the Carpenter written by Lewis Carroll located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Feeling hot a sudden Walrus the Rubber watched a round ass of wide twist wind and play

Walrus the Rubber rubbed a hardened rod said to Hardened Carpenter ever wanted to jump rock and wild the hole to play

Hardened Carpenter said I do all the time my pecker is the reason my name is my game of fame

Continuing on down the lane he pinched a fanny hard as will saying I want I want I want

Looking at face of handsome she crowed for fee you can you can you can send me on rock ball heaven

Clutching a hand of none too clean Hardened Carpenter and Jill the Harlot went behind walls of close

Pulling at panties of tight he plunged plump finger inside a hole of slick saying yes yes yes yes yes

Jill cooed cooed go on put it in hard right and shift heavily to the left for heavens pleasure I find tonight

Grasping plump thighs he wadled within plunging with vicious stabs of hunger swift of drought long

Jill screamed with outrage careful careful feelings of tender in these folds of pleasure be lovely one

Plucking at buttocks of plenty he thrust fast slow until she moaned more more more clutching at shoulders wide

Meanwhile Walrus the Rubber played a tune on bone of long singing yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Grumbling Walrus the Rubber squeezed his buttocks together and mashed rolled his balls in hands of firm saying this is all I can get ain’t this a bitch

A woman of unknown watch his play and began to heave pant in breaths of frequent fast long gasp for air

Grinning Walrus the Rubber called out to her and said come join the play wagging his pecker at her with naughty round turns

Running with glee she ran to him throwing her clothes off left right and thrust titties of ripe currents in face of hardened purpose

Throwing her legs astride muscled hardened thighs he surged into hole of tight squeeze laughing with lust with lust as he pumped insistently to get within

Groping feeling his skin she climaxed quads as rolled his hips with dancer’s magic of full force

Lust hunger fulfilled Walrus the Rubber patted her on the back and buttocks and said the treat was of sweet a teet call me when you are need

Hardened Carpenter and Walrus the Rubber left with walk of jaunty with a tune none could follow
By
Felicia McCaw

A Prize of Undue Worth

Funny a day spins by of undisclosed assumption of a prize of undue worth

Arrogance fills the air of a wroth made vulgarly obvious of conceit that rules each day

No one told them that a some should never pretend an immaculate when people realize the truth of a lie

Crowing loud screech with admiration for self the love of self is obviously not seconded by a face soon to ruin by wrinkles of map in twice the eye look the time of year

Ensuring the conceit is continued degrade abuse is the answer to keep distorted vision of self that migrate the thought of higher higher than all

Puffing Puffing filled with self they disincline to acknowledge that all they say is indeed a very mockery of themselves due to the very insult riding as a crown on head deserving of a knock of true worth is not a parody that it used to be

Foulness of manners reflect the chasm of deceit pumped out constantly and fortunately they are wrong wrong since this attack of all is secretly waged against not one but the many

For the insidious nature show trust not hear not lean not to be a winner or contender is not the methodology to use to win a show

Obviously they exceed all with the conditioned new thought of superiority that excludes themselves and consider all better than all even if the lie concedes defeat us all

Loser is the game us race of color is equal or still an oppression due to the downfall by others of same race that krabs each other as long as suffering and is day long

Magnanimous is the thought that luck fortune has truly graced us because unbeknown to us a faded jade has graced us with love and fortune and now we are ecstatic love is true whether a burn used flower has been given us grace and courage to claim

By
Felicia McCaw

Witches of Brew

All shades they be of unusual to plain be for all the to sea

Feeling malice brew to blood they connive connive to seize a prey of worth

Unable to succeed they compel the sex of gender to assist a so-called perfect immaculate

Folds of intricate hid the truth of all that surface covers none but hate envy covet

Boasting of self please an intricate deep thinker fathoms to know all gets the action sought freely stubbornly

Casting stone over over they writhe writhe with poison poison to kill all self inducted as well as embedded

Stirring and casting striving to make all unhappy day after day year after year they mix cauldrons of poison to fill a day of evil

Evils thoughts deed against a one of pure they continually plot as folds of near cast them closer closer to invade and kill

Seducing all they make it clear the price paid is never too dear for the choice of attack is people mesmerized summoned all evil they do against a one disguised as the many

Never clear is the witch’s brew of jealously spite malice a blackened pot of evil shit they stir they stir of sin of covet used used all in mix a lot nary a mindless fool deceive not but move from quick quick not align with evil so foul the air is tainted with the witch’s foulness of scent

Stepping lively the fool pretends to ill and watches the connivance of all within coven to harm to harm all unwary of the matter of pseudo smart
By

Felicia McCaw

Sir Nickers of Not

Inspired by Sir Nicketty Nox written by Hugh Chesterman located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Sir Nicker was an old soul with none but embers aburn in loins near cold

Lucky for him his mind was firm and his sight not dimmed but clear with dreams of lust he still

Buckler forward he was slim as slim and dry as old leaf break

Princely rod was aged and his charge sputtered out still and yet the hope remained true

Thin measly was his ways towards all his hand a fist of turned inside out

Wife daughters knew his ways of great work work was the way to his miserly heart’s purse strings

Antique of old age of stone knew more youth than he if any wanted to ask his age

Worrying him cease not caused his mouth to tighten line mutter his walk and seize his locks of thin in hand of frail than paper loudly shouting bother me not

By

Felicia McCaw

In Plain Sight

Shadows formed a discernible plot visible to all of relevance and credence care not all involved in disregard

Goal of obscure surely a jest that see all know the game is foretold prior to notice quit

Focusing high low the riddle becomes a mockery to hide the act of secret

Consuming all the plot must be discovered to live again again before repast set in

Keeping the guise alive is the troops again the fight began anew anew is the moral aflew

Chivalry is nothing when a coin passes hand hand to buy honor honor forsake all they say not I not I worthy of the few proud brave

Cowardice sold the out and anew cannot bring back the reveal of treachery done while unconscious but still an act of bravery

Pathetic Pathetic strums the loom for our backbone has gone and left us not with none but jelly and panty

A lark A lark all the world see a vulnerable spot of true conscious not but a seeker sees a folly that will burst a bubble of conceit naiveté

Screaming loud loud is the mindless fool that snoops afall blame me not blame me not for the fault lays with malice in soft form be

Removed duty she say great relief relief tired tired of all know the course course to secure the place

Indeed in plain sight is the greatest challenge to foil if given a swift reprimand of check by those of wit more than she

By

Felicia McCaw

The Goose and the Gander

Inspired by The Table and The Chair written by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Gabbling Chattering they ran free from spot to spot talking pom poms

I love the heat of the day lets splash splash in water of cooling sprite

My web feet is my lament why why are our feet so funny from others quack quack

Gossiping about the tree and shoe they walked two by two mile by mile filling the air with talk of blue

Looking at them with eyes of critic was the tree and shoe saying who you be to launder prance with tales of lies slanderous talk you know nothing about

Flipping beaks high as stars in the air they continued getting worser crueler with knife of cuts in backs of all laughing wait till they find out

Goose said what a lark it has been fun to rival all talk we heard in the neighboring town to sad

Gander you know I love this game of playing spider catch the fool unaware and bray bray bray at the talk exploding with any tale of unremarkable cad who say he know he know he know and has a pea for a brain ha ha ha ha

One day the Goose and Gander was up to their same game of spite knife cut the happy from faces of content and woe it was them who was the prey quarry and not anyone else sad is it not how fate returned the fall

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The Homeless Man

A man of no home he reflect to world all sea his sad lot in life

Troubled deep his life show him with bag of worth he tote he tote

Trusting none his mein walk posture look to all

Observations Observations of world interest us all of life deeds of learned

Adventures Adventures he has all the time of places, times, rendezvous
of tryst of civil and not

Survival Survival is the key for him to beat the clock of time disaster click
to no one know

The End
By Felicia McCaw