2017 in couplets.
Come all you children, gather around,
I'll tell you the story of what I have found.
Christmas is over, the season of cheer,
in six days time we'll be in a new year.
The one we are leaving carried a spark,
so a few snippets that left their mark.
I met with my Icy, that can't be ignored,
we had lots of fun, and never were bored.
I hope in the new year to meet her again,
but will wait to write about it till then.
In other news, we bought her a zapper,
mention it to her and she runs like the clappers.
Hearty she learned to pee in my presence,
but ended the call when it came to excrescence.
The linguists among you will know that is wrong,
but excretes didnt rhyme or fit in my song.
So to silence the pedants it comes down to this,
she couldnt shit, but she managed to piss.
Before that my birthday, the last of my thirties,
my two little girls they got slightly dirty.
Watching them both, naked on cam,
wanding their clits then exploding, bam.
Next year my birthday takes me to forty,
will my darlings go dirty to naughty?
The year also saw a trial with butterfly,
it didn't work out so we let it flutter by.
We remain forever the best of friends,
nothing to do with her cute rear end.
Now she and my Icy co-own a worm,
poor little bastard does nothing but squirm.
Poor little Evee I locked out her house,
naked and nervous, quiet as a mouse.
Roaming the hallways, up and down stairs,
praying that no-one caught her unawares.
When she got home she felt so much better,
but when she was outside she felt so much wetter.
Kurious Kat we breeze by in a rush,
the few things we do are so very hush hush.
But we do keep her house so very clean,
occasionally causing her to blush and beam.
In the year gone by, I wish we'd done more,
in the year to come, who knows whats in store?
Jaro the worm we've covered before,
but there are reasons I havent said more.
It isn't my place, he is not mine,
and the ladies who own him are too good at "Fine."
Though that is one reason, there is another,
I dont know a rhyme for chihuahua.
Though more could be said, to these folks and others,
Those I like and dislike, my friends and my lovers,
It comes to the point where I've bored you enough,
and these rhyming couplets are getting too tough.
Time to wrap up self indulgent verse,
I dont plan on finishing this in the hearse.
To my girls, whom I love and adore,
my Hearty my Icemaiden, who could want more?
Thank you, I love you, I want it made clear.
My life is complete for having you near.
The everything of us can never be told,
you have made a happy man feel very old.
And still he is writing, when will it end?
Have no fear, it is over my friend.
And if you have given enough of your time,
to endure to the end of this godawful rhyme.
Be rewarded in wishes of health and good cheer,
and, as will I, have a Happy New Year.
I'll tell you the story of what I have found.
Christmas is over, the season of cheer,
in six days time we'll be in a new year.
The one we are leaving carried a spark,
so a few snippets that left their mark.
I met with my Icy, that can't be ignored,
we had lots of fun, and never were bored.
I hope in the new year to meet her again,
but will wait to write about it till then.
In other news, we bought her a zapper,
mention it to her and she runs like the clappers.
Hearty she learned to pee in my presence,
but ended the call when it came to excrescence.
The linguists among you will know that is wrong,
but excretes didnt rhyme or fit in my song.
So to silence the pedants it comes down to this,
she couldnt shit, but she managed to piss.
Before that my birthday, the last of my thirties,
my two little girls they got slightly dirty.
Watching them both, naked on cam,
wanding their clits then exploding, bam.
Next year my birthday takes me to forty,
will my darlings go dirty to naughty?
The year also saw a trial with butterfly,
it didn't work out so we let it flutter by.
We remain forever the best of friends,
nothing to do with her cute rear end.
Now she and my Icy co-own a worm,
poor little bastard does nothing but squirm.
Poor little Evee I locked out her house,
naked and nervous, quiet as a mouse.
Roaming the hallways, up and down stairs,
praying that no-one caught her unawares.
When she got home she felt so much better,
but when she was outside she felt so much wetter.
Kurious Kat we breeze by in a rush,
the few things we do are so very hush hush.
But we do keep her house so very clean,
occasionally causing her to blush and beam.
In the year gone by, I wish we'd done more,
in the year to come, who knows whats in store?
Jaro the worm we've covered before,
but there are reasons I havent said more.
It isn't my place, he is not mine,
and the ladies who own him are too good at "Fine."
Though that is one reason, there is another,
I dont know a rhyme for chihuahua.
Though more could be said, to these folks and others,
Those I like and dislike, my friends and my lovers,
It comes to the point where I've bored you enough,
and these rhyming couplets are getting too tough.
Time to wrap up self indulgent verse,
I dont plan on finishing this in the hearse.
To my girls, whom I love and adore,
my Hearty my Icemaiden, who could want more?
Thank you, I love you, I want it made clear.
My life is complete for having you near.
The everything of us can never be told,
you have made a happy man feel very old.
And still he is writing, when will it end?
Have no fear, it is over my friend.
And if you have given enough of your time,
to endure to the end of this godawful rhyme.
Be rewarded in wishes of health and good cheer,
and, as will I, have a Happy New Year.
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I love this so much. It's among my favourites of all the blogs you've written. ♡Posted 12-27-2017 at 03:49 PM by IceMaiden 
