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Thus do cavernous CORPORA When cavernous CORPORA flood, When penile caverns CORPOREAL List of errata, CORRIGENDUM, Friends tell me I scintillate. We see that with TV debate, I think the twinkling one can see In Republican's equations, A lady with ideas romantic, Abandoned dancing, CORYBANTIC, Nestled in the great Atlantic, If frenzied dancing CORYBANTIC Sweet grapes from a distant COULOIR, An admission twixt you and me The narrowest passage of steep COULOIR The face represents one's COUNTENANCE, Kenneth with COUNTENANCE mild Her boyfriend with octopus hand, They say 'twas her face that had started, Pregnancy mimicking, COUVADE, COUVADE, hubby's got a loose screw, Our friend Norm likes a piece of tail Chris's fantasy is missing a beat. What strange birds mentioned in word flock; God's commandments once were a dozen, In old days, they thought that the worse 'un, I don't care how crabs have sex He sidled up to me CRABWISE -- In Alaska, I duly surmise, Carousing, tanked Carl would devise Tight lender may practice CRABWISE, The sidling manner known as CRABWISE, A poor man, disturbed, I surmise, Sidling, evasive movements CRABWISE, A loud banging is heard at the door After looking deep into her eyes, A zaftig young lady named Carol Perhaps you have heard of brave Cheryl Stereotypical CRAPEHANGER There once lived a CRAPULOUS Count, CRAPULOUS, sounding like gunk, The blending of sounds into CRASIS, The CRASIS of current ebonics I like Martini's dry, to tell the truth; In long words I'm now not immured; He sees all the glasses half-full, CREPEHANGER, a real "Gloomy Gus", There was a CREPUSCULAR cad Twilight predators CREPUSCULAR, A rascal, Slick Willy by name, The scene was getting quite hot, CRINGEWORTHY things ought to teach The hairy condition, so CRINITE, I remember whem my pate was CRINITE, He endured much pain day and night, Or else, in such hearty pursuit, The shoemaker's patron saint, Crispin The rhyming slang, "Trouble and strife," Age is a tough CROWN OF THORNS; The onerous burden, CROWN OF THORNS, My wife adds to my list of crimes, The CRUX of the partner's ability A boy, who'd pretty girls watch, Lets credit the rhymers of CRUX, His crotch, it indeed was the CRUX; The CRUX of such a ribald redux, It's hard to rhyme the word CRUX,
Overcome idle torpora
Of lazy old male,
Who then without fail
Seeks relief from distaff ora.
--- Daniel Ford
With surge to the thrill of warm blood,
It stimulates drive,
Keeps humankind live,
Though hardly the thought of a stud.
--- Chris Papa
Elect resurgence sensorial,
Nerves there are shafted
In limbus crafted
Orgasmic aurora boreal.
--- Daniel Ford
Is but a minor book addendum,
But one that corrects
Grammatic defects;
For some it's a major credendum. (point of belief)
--- Daniel Ford
Some even say CORUSCATE.
But they're far from right
'Cause it's just the light
Reflecting off my bald pate.
--- Norm Brust
Some pols just seem to CORUSCATE.
Though good they may sound,
To no word they're bound,
After fooling the electorate.
--- Chris Papa
After an ice storm, on a tree,
Fiber optic like,
Up and down the pike,
CORUSCATE a show...that is free!
--- Maggie
The man with correct moral 'suasions,
Will lead our proud land,
But all they've at hand,
Is Quayle, man of great CORUSCATIONS
--- Chris Papa
Performed belly dance CORYBANTIC,
Arousing her swain
Who'd scarcely contain
The spill, in the coupling frantic.
--- Chris Papa
As Erin's dancers stepping antic,
Plays a role in dreams
With funereal screams
And much keening, wailing banshantic.
--- Daniel Ford
Ireland's emerald shone romantic.
With fields evergreen
And on mythic scene,
Gorgeous colleens CORYBANTIC.
--- Chris Papa
Is for you, a turn-on gigantic,
Beware dresses lost
'Mid long tresses tossed.
Though the difference may be semantic.
--- Daniel Ford
Foot stomped, aged to wine, served at bar,
With thoughts of cool notches
And more of hot crotches,
In minds of the drinkers, by far.
--- Elois
Where I live no COULOIR can see.
But if I rode West,
It must be confessed,
I'd call that terrain a "coulee."
--- Chris Papa
Provides kayakers a great hoo-hah!
The ride through narrowing
Is often harrowing,
Though it makes for delight in boudoir.
--- Daniel Ford
And may mean "approved" without pennants.
Though such approval
May mean removal,
If later there's a need for penance.
--- Daniel Ford
Was a sweet and un-mischievous child.
But when teen intruded,
A horn he extruded,
Which drove all the little girls wild.
--- Chris Papa
Had swift, slick seduction planned.
But hope, like snow melt
Met chastity belt,
And fair maiden's fierce COUNTERMAND.
--- Chris Papa
From which Eros' love's arrow had darted.
My view is, he liked
To see her skirts hiked,
And for her soft CONTOURS he smarted.
--- Chris Papa
In fisherman seem rather odd;
Experience or pains
Abdominal remains;
A consequence of having scrod.
--- Daniel Ford
It's something most men would eschew.
Though, on other hand,
It is neatly planned;
A quite nice P.C. thing to do.
--- Chris Papa
And will stalk a COVEY of quail,
Through each village street,
Which would be real neat,
If only his pecker won't fail.
--- Chris Papa
I don't pick up tail on the street.
The place where that COVEY
Gets all lovey-dovey,
Is the bar where I buy them scotch, neat.
--- Norm Brust
Let's hope that the censor won't shock,
And transmission halt,
When he might find fault,
And tighten the email stopcock.
--- Chris Papa
Then Moses began to COZEN.
Now we have ten,
But let's try again.
Adultry -- that one's still buzzin'.
--- Norm Brust
Of those they'd heap many a curse on,
At horse trader's mall,
Who COZENED them all,
Now it's the used car sales person.
--- Chris Papa
Or in which way their legs flex.
I just know they taste good
LIke a King Crab leg should,
Speaking crabwise, as I knew you'd expect.
--- Chris Papa
A manoever I really despise,
And he grabbed at my ass,
By way of a pass,
So I spat into both of his eyes.
--- Eva Amata
Where all things grow to great size,
Young brides are fated
To be so sex-sated,
That, like Kings, they amble crabwise.
--- Chris Papa
Ambulation to delight the eyes.
He'd move A to B,
Quite orbitally,
In canter considered CRABWISE.
--- Chris Papa
It's then not a walk he'd devise.
Like crab's anal verge,
Repelling sea-surge,
That's waterproof, you may surmise.
--- Chris Papa
May typify some north German guys.
As Gunter Grass scribes
In his diatribes,
Autobiography in disguise.
--- Daniel Ford
When he found a post coital prize,
The next morning, which
Gave rise to his itch
And now he is sad and CRABWISE,
--- Chris Papa
This is file hll
Suggests a wish to avoid surprise.
But neighbor mousy
May leave him lousy,
Until he pediculocide spies.
--- Daniel Ford
And the girl nearly falls to the floor,
Grabs me by the arm
And tells me great harm
Will occur when he learns she's a whore.
--- Ross Calvert
Thinking of my impending demise,
I pulled my sleeve free,
Deciding to flee
Out the window, down the ledge crabwise.
--- Ross Calvert
Was topic of talk CRACKER-BARREL.
Though winter was deep,
Attention she'd keep,
With see-through, scant wearing apparel.
--- Chris Papa
Who challenged Niagara's wet peril,
In a large wooden keg;
Broke an arm and a leg.
That fall did indeed crack her barrel.
--- Gary Hallock
Is not usual party banger,
But little wonder
Is a take under,
Who celebrates hearse in the hangar.
--- Daniel Ford
Who drank an enormous amount.
Too late to atone,
His liver's like stone,
And one will his grave soon surmount.
--- Chris Papa
Or something wlse that has stunk,
Just means that you got,
A little besot,
A nice way to say, "stinking drunk"!
--- Chris Papa
Makes dipthongs, elison embraces,
And helps language flow,
Though some go too slow
And slur all their words into phrases.
--- Daniel Ford
Results in ear-bending phonics
On public airways,
And leads me in ways
To react with bad histrionics.
--- Chris Papa
All I want is a hint of vermouth.
This particular CRASIS
When achieving stasis,
Helps me forget I am long in the tooth.
--- Norm Brust
Of verbiage, I think I am cured.
By my own admission,
I'm now in remission
From multisyllabic crassitude!
--- Archie
Will dissect good-will, and then pull
A tale sad and grim,
Which will delight him,
The "Pessimist-Dyed-In-The-Wool".
--- Chris Papa
Whose presence disturbs most of us,
Sees no joy in life,
'Tis all storm and strife,
With perpetual need for a truss.
--- Chris Papa
With habits exceedingly bad.
Each evening at dusk,
He'd catch scent of musk,
And snatch at first tail to be had.
--- Chris Papa
Mosquitoes' uptake corpuscular
Leaves the skin itching,
Amid moaning, bitching;
No matter how tough or muscular.
--- Daniel Ford
Was blinded by pecker and fame.
Despite the CRESCENDO
Of lewd innuendo,
Got second term votes, just the same.
--- Chris Papa
As he tickled her throbbing G-spot.
But his tumescent CRESCENDO
Became diminuendo,
When she defiantly uttered, "Not!"
--- Norm Brust
To shun what the good preachers preach.
Though officials try
With fame to get by,
One paid for attempt to impeach.
--- Chris Papa
Is sought by many who oft dye right
And hope that their tresses
Don't fall off on dresses,
For then ALOPECIA they cry might.
--- Daniel Ford
Giving off a glint and a highlight.
Now, as I view my loss,
With no locks to toss,
I realize the condition finite.
--- Norm Brust
In great hope that the hair plugs just might
Return him pate roughed
By authntic tuft,
Coif that could be called CRINITE.
--- Chris Papa
After the pelage took root,
Bald dome no longer,
Like Samson stronger,
Happen to be hailed as hirsute.
--- Chris Papa
Has become a will-o-the-wisp in
All but name only.
Cobblers are lonely
Since old shoes are subject to crispin'. (incinerated)
--- Daniel Ford
Is how a Cockney refers to his wife.
It clearly warns
That your CROWN OF THORNS
Is disguised as the love of your life.
--- Norm Brust
Tread lightly on real painful corns.
And recall with pain
You'll never again
Protrude with those fightening horns.
--- Chris Papa
Does increase in a town of scorns,
Where busybodies
In shifts and gaudies
Make sure the cuckold dons his horns.
--- Daniel Ford
The fact that as Sunday morn chimes,
I would test with a will
CRUCIVERBALIST skill,
A struggle from The New York Times.
--- Chris Papa
Combines with required sensibility,
Impeccable wit,
So who cares if it
Offends the faint-hearted gentility.
--- Fran Morris
Would most social niceties botch.
Because the inspections
Would lead to erections,
The CRUX of his problem, his crotch.
--- Chris Papa
Though over-resorting to FLUX,
Achieved ribald intent
Without need to invent
Orthographical pun, such as FUX.
--- Fran Morris
It bulged and was always in flux.
A natural reflex
When thinking of sex.
A problem for all us big bucks.
--- Gary Hallock
Is finding word which in no sense mucks
With gentility
And sensibility,
And for poet into rhyme-scheme tucks.
--- Daniel Ford
So everyone reaches for 'flux'.
The results are not pretty,
And not even witty.
A teenager would say that it sucks.
--- Norm Brust
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