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Contests : Wergle Flomp Free Poetry Contest : Past Winners : 2009 : Johnson John
SONG OF A NIGHTINGIRL BY MRS. GROWN HEATS
1
My wart breaks and an oozy something stains
His pen's as though of menses I can't bunk
Or hindered some dull hiccup to the brains
Nun's limit past and draught of sex I drunk.
O, it is not through envy of thy lusty cot
But being too sloppy in thine naughtiness
That thou, sight-winked buffoon at the sprees
In some perennial spot
Of Big Ben keen and sparrows numberless
Singest of fucking in full throated peace.
2
O, for a drop of colostrum that hath been
Stored a long age for the deep delved birth,
Tasting of oral and the remnant scene
Dance and blunder song and half-torn cloth.
O, for a speaker full in his warm mouth,
Full in the true the blushful lips at teen
With seeded pumpkins touching chin and him
And serpent hissed mirth
That I might do and taste his balls unseen
And from thee wade away into the jungle dim!
3
I cannot see what manhood is for my treat
Nor what loft scrotum hangs in between thighs
But in the castrated darkness guess each teat
Wherewith the reasonable ones, good size
The lass, the harlot and the opening wide
Black! Ha! Prone! And the spinster's waist-lantern,
Fast luring maiden made up for knaves,
The mid June's youngest bride,
The charming black boss pledged of kissing mine,
The humorous chant of breast when rubs and heaves!
4
Bygone, the very guy is like a knell
Do call me back from you to his mole shelf.
Adieu! The rat flea cannot suck so well,
Ass, she is famed to do, receiving elf.
Adieu, adieu thy shrunken penis fades
Past the rear seduce, over the nude teams
Dicks the hill heights, and now it is lowered deep
In the retreating trade
Was it a lesson or a dating deem?
Fled is my menses, will they rape or sleep?
Sent as a joke to PoetryPoem.com, this poem won an honorable mention in the 2009 Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest sponsored by Winning Writers. Author Johnson John received a cash prize of $72.95.
About Johnson John
Post graduate in biology. I am a teacher, taking private tuition. Age 45. Forced bachelor. Living with mother. Engaged in literary activities mainly in Malayalam (the language of Kerala, India; perhaps the only language name that is palindrome). Published a collection of thirty poems, Nishashalabham (The Moth), in 2008 and a work of science fiction, Mukulanam (Budding), in 2009. The next super science fiction, Craser, is completed both in Malayalam and English; about to be published. I got a state level award in 1986 for a work of poetry. Further details are given at www.johnsonpj.com.
I am a victim of the false allure of poetry.com. I was tempted to purchase a costly rubbish book containing my poem among hundreds. I was ever since searching for somebody who would expose the vanity contest. Luck favored me to get in touch with Winning Writers and thereby Wergle Flomp. Thank God and thank the organizers.
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