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Estuary water is BRACKISH, The painting was hung on a BRAD, The smartest well-rounded BRAINIAC A BRAINIAC who was a boor, Brass Collar? I never will wear! Unwavered loyalty, BRASS COLLAR, BRASS COLLAR support is devoted The place for beer and food, BRASSERIE, The word BRASSERIE is neat, "Trial By Jury", show about BREACH, The gap in the wall is a BREACH, An overweight fellow might ask it. BREADBASKET is bulging, I fear, Well, my BREADBASKET's smack in the middle! For work the summer was bad, A buxom young beauty surmised, It may common logic suspend, My "trial" promotion was all set. Conglomeration, BRICOLAGE, "Found objects" from floor of garage He enlisted a whole entourage (construction with whatever is handy)
The interior of my garage, Interior decorators pause, Leftovers, it must be confessed, With what's available, BRICOLAGE There once was a hermit from Hell, The hermit, with manners that fail, In fantasy's fold, BRIGADOON, 'Tis great to be right there among Will someone please give me a sign Unambiguous ruling, BRIGHT-LINE, Now let all our readers be fair, Brith or BRIS, a religious rite, He was bristling when asked to define There's nothing that dampens the flame, He had BROBDINGNAGIAN ideas in his head He had BROBDINGNAGIAN tool, A BROGAN is something I'd wear Down south, no BROGAN, no loafer, A heavy work boot is the BROGAN, Some heavy shoe-wear know as BROGUE, Mrs Marcos had so many shoes, Political conventions are here, Say, BROMIDE I borrow a dime? (Bro, might ) A BROMIDE by definition is boring, They are shiftless pols and besides, The raspberry sound of BRONX CHEER The sound of the mighty BRONX CHEER, The Cockneys are cryptic rhymers, The origin's lost in the mist; There once was a man hard of hearing, A fancy four wheeler, a BROUGHAM, The BROUHAHA's part of the game. There once was a gossipy old coot Some folks just don't give a hoot, When offered a Brussels sprout, If harsh words bring marital bashing, Nocturnal tooth grinding, BRUXISM, There are fewer wagons today, The center of target's a BULL'S EYE. So she says, "Oh me and oh my!" When he took her out, she knew why. Her "Oh me, oh my," may for sure I see threatening clouds drawing near; Color matters not for BUMBERSHOOT. About rain I don't give a hoot,
Less salty than ocean, oft blackish
With nutrient mud
And twice-daily flood;
For clams and oysters when they're snackish.
--- Daniel Ford
Which wouldn't hold weight that it had.
And so it would smash
In destructive flash,
With the smiling Lisa now sad.
--- Chris Papa
Can hide underlying maniac,
If eyes stay on prize,
Responding to sighs
Of the nubile nymphomaniac.
--- Daniel Ford
Though smart, could quite never mature.
He lives all alone,
Although he's been known
To share Hermit Dave's supine whore.
--- Chris Papa
Stupidity I try to forswear!
If they want my vote,
It takes more than a quote
Of "Pie in the Sky" with hot air!
--- Barb
Unlikely find of today's scholar,
Is often disproved
As support is moved,
To follow the almighty dollar.
--- Daniel Ford
To most politicians, as noted.
Regardless of whether
They have it together,
On love and affection they're doted.
--- Chris Papa
Use glasses from its glassery
To serve with gusto
Those drinks robusto,
And don't like glass-mashing crassery.
--- Daniel Ford
For place were you sit down and eat;
Although it may sound
As though worn around
To cover a breast and its teat.
--- Chris Papa
Of promise, just hear the bride screech,
"I love the dear cad,
But he's just so bad,
You must a cash settlement reach."
--- Chris Papa
Through which the damned water may leach,
At which point no tyke
Can hope to fix dike
With finger or sand from the beach.
--- Daniel Ford
"Do you think too big's my breadbasket?"
If wise, you'll reply
Without being shy,
"Depends just how large is your casket?"
--- Gary Hallock
I'm off of my diet, oh dear!
It tasted so good,
I ate more than I should;
From now on I'll be more austere.
--- Chris Papa
Still I feel fit as a fiddle.
But alas! Can't excape!
I know that my shape
Can't compare to young gals...not a little!
--- Barb
But the carpenter last year was glad
He helped renovate
Hugh Hefner's estate;
'Twas the BREASTSUMMER he'd ever had.
--- Kitten
That kind of uplift that she prized,
Required support.
The bra-man she sought
BREASTSUMMER with hammocks advised.
--- Chris Papa
Though a BREVET promotion may end
Without increased pay,
The G.I. will say,
For a while, it's nice to pretend.
--- Chris Papa
Proud of my new job? You bet!
But as weeks went by,
I realized that I
Was the victim of a cynical BREVET.
--- Norm Brust
Is problem solving by collage;
Taking what's at hands
To see if it stands,
Or stays forever in garage.
--- Daniel Ford
Have been used to create a collage.
For me, the art medium
Yields nothing but tedium,
Like soup from refrigerator BRICOLAGE.
--- Norm Brust
To build a remote hermitage.
With his colleagues and friends,
Who supplied odds and ends,
He constructed a grand bricolage.
--- Anon
Has stuff of quite crude BRICOLAGE.
I could build me a boat
Or a bridge across moat.
In French it's what we call garb-age.
--- Chris Papa
Once they get through our doors,
From den through garage,
There's such BRICOLAGE,
That follows just eclectic laws.
--- Chris Papa
Might never be served to a guest,
But I might triage
"Un peu BRICOLAGE",
And serve it up as very best.
--- Chris Papa
Does build what might be called a mirage.
It may do what's needed,
But rules are not heeded,
And the effect is one of hodge-podge.
--- Daniel Ford
Whose manners were wicked and fell.
At a wedding he tried
To goose the young bride,
Which landed him in BRIDEWELL.
--- Eva Amata
Who caused bride to weep and to wail,
Was deemed quite atrocial
In all manners social,
And kept all locked up there in goal.
--- Chris Papa
Where life is all plum, never prune.
We succulent stay
Through eternal day,
And pass graveyard with merry tune.
--- Chris Papa
Fine folks with their rrrolled Scottish tongue;
Each Brigadoon lass
Is a fine piece of ass,
And all of the lads are well-hung.
--- Chris Papa
To tell when to use red or white wine?
I've read all the books;
I've asked all the cooks;
But I can't seem to find the BRIGHT-LINE.
--- Norm Brust
Suits most folks' dealings with life fine.
But some who would fudge
To avoid middling drudge,
Damn well better be out of sight mine.
--- Daniel Ford
When lawyers' words assault the air,
And fierce dispute teems,
It certainly seems,
BRIGHT-LINES don't exist anywhere.
--- Chris Papa
That brings lowly foreskin to sight,
So it can be shorn,
And squalling newborn,
Thus share a semitic delight.
--- Chris Papa
This is file hsl
The word, "brisling", while starting to dine,
But defined it, unerring,
"It's a sprat or a herring.
Now I'll eat some, in sauce made with wine."
--- Anon
With women, whether damsel or dame,
Like having some guy
Hope his tale you would buy,
Then leave you in limbo, a shame.
--- Barb
'Bout his prowess with ladies in bed.
It turns out, don't you know,
He was all talk, no show;
When they found out, the ladies all fled.
--- Barb
Which some gals decided was cool,
Though at penetration
It caused a sensation,
The tight ones decided was cruel.
--- Chris Papa
When there's a cool nip in the air.
But since I've retired,
My foot wear inspired,
Are sandals, which shout "I don't care!"
--- Chris Papa
Nor shoes worn by a chauffeur.
But nice country boots,
And black three piece suits,
Is the kind of fashion I go fer!
--- Darryl
The subject of many a slogan:
Nike's "Just do it!"
Buster Browns rue it,
All the way to a Navaho hogan.
--- Daniel Ford
Remain, despite sneakers now vogue;
The former are seen,
On consort of the queen,
The latter, on feet of a rogue.
--- Chris Papa
Causing grief, when it made the news.
Now I am quite sure
The ones with a lure...
Were stylish! The BROGUE... would amuse.
--- Maggie
And as spinners get into gear,
We'll have to abide,
The endless BROMIDE,
And the stuff that comes from their rear.
--- Chris Papa
I'm having a really tough time.
A ten or a twenty
Would really be plenty;
But anything helps -- so strapped I'm.
--- Cyn
Inducing dropped lids and snoring.
So please give pause
Before using old saws,
Or with me no points you'll be scoring.
--- Norm Brust
They speak in such endless BROMIDES
And empty thunder;
It sure is a wonder,
The voters don't tan their cursed hides.
--- Chris Papa
Adds great rudeness to a common fleer,
With sounds of a fart
As lips flap apart,
Spitting bubbles and meanings quite clear.
--- Daniel Ford
Was made by our baby so dear.
We thought that he'd hit
Upon a new trick,
But it turned out to have come from his rear.
--- Sheryl A Lemma
Go figure what's said by those Blimers.
I'm surprised to hear
That farty BRONX CHEER,
Is tart of raspberry climbers.
--- Chris Papa
Its meaning we only have gist.
From noise that we know,
As a brassy blow,
To someone who'll "never be missed."
--- Chris Papa
Through coed dorm window was peering.
Thought lass wearing thong
Was singing a song,
But the cop with the cuffs was BRONX CHEERING.
--- Elois
In fable by Somerset Maugham,
Which had open top,
With rain you might sop,
And winter could barely keep warm.
--- Chris Papa
Of those "15 seconds of fame",
Outrageous event,
Quite evansescent,
Like poor moths' short life in the flame.
--- Chris Papa
Whose favorite game was to BRUIT
About the kinky sex life
Of his neighbor's wife,
Who loved to play the skin flute.
--- Norm Brust
To pronounce the noun word as "broot".
They're content, you see,
To say it "brew-ee",
Like noise of a vascular root.
--- Chris Papa
Frogs respond with a gleeful shout.
They love petits choux,
The same way that you
Would go for a bass or a trout.
--- Norm Brust
Though you survive the verbal thrashing,
Bad BRUXISM comes
As anger benumbs,
And wears the poor teeth with such gnashing.
--- Chris Papa
May be cause of married schism,
But to tell the truth,
It's better than crwth (ancient Celtic lyre)
Sounds of apneic masochism.
--- Daniel Ford
Where folks roll in bundles of hay
Or otherwise frolic
In manner BUCOLIC;
Still back seats of Fords are in play.
--- Chris Papa
The peak experience for goal guy,
But anticipation
May bring consternation
And difficulty getting shuteye.
--- Daniel Ford
And he says, "Well, a guy's gotta try."
Truth's not always at the fore
If his aim is to score.
Does my logic now hit the bull's eye?
--- Barb
Though he was an "I love you" guy.
He'd go for her bust,
And in throes of lust,
Descend to a sweeter BULL'S EYE.
--- Chris Papa
Disguise her own wishes impure.
And if she gets guys
With many BULLS EYES,
The poor thing will be called a whore.
--- Chris Papa
With BUMBERSHOOT at home, I fear
The deluge will find
Some ways most unkind,
To soak me both front and in rear.
--- Chris Papa
If it rain protects, be umber chute,
For in that case
We all will race
To its spreading arms and under scoot.
--- Daniel Ford
Protected by my BUMBERSHOOT,
But if I get damp,
I'll switch to a Gamp;
Like Paddington, I'll look real cute.
--- Chris Papa
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