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The Lost Loretta Poem
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Johnny Galt
2019-08-07 08:55:35 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....

Now being written by the light of a camp fire...

Down by old man river...

I want to sail away on with her...
Will Dockery
2019-08-07 17:29:38 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-07 17:36:28 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
Yes, it reminds me very much of your "poetry."


Michael Pendragon
“Well, knowing Sulzbach as I do, I was pleasantly surprised he decided to spend the money on something other than booze and drugs.”
-- Wee Whiny Willie Dockery, quintessential dumb fuck, alcoholic pissbum
Will Dockery
2019-08-07 17:40:41 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
Yes, it reminds me very much of your "poetry."
While your "Loretta" poem reminds me of misogynist Hip-Hop crap.

:)
Admiral Fripp
2019-08-10 03:51:51 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
Yes, it reminds me very much of your "poetry."
While your "Loretta" poem reminds me of misogynist Hip-Hop crap.
:)
Definitely not my vision of the poem at all.....
Johnny Galt
2019-08-07 23:29:04 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
Yes... I see Loretta has become the object of obsession today......
Will Dockery
2019-08-08 12:46:58 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
Yes... I see Loretta has become the object of obsession today......
Your fan club in full force... heh.
Johnny Galt
2019-08-08 08:31:16 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It might well be with some polish.....
Edward Rochester Esq.
2019-08-08 11:50:24 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It might well be with some polish.....
Shoe polish?
Johnny Galt
2019-08-11 03:55:59 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It may well be at that....
Will Dockery
2019-08-11 07:33:01 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It may well be at that....
That's why it would make a great four line Instagram poem.
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-11 07:52:30 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It may well be at that....
That's why it would make a great four line Instagram poem.
You need to work on your counting skills as well. The alleged "poem" contains only three lines.

The second line "borrows" the phrase "Old Man River" from Oscar Hammerstein II. It also confuses the Mississippi for the Chattahoochee.

The third line is gibberish. How, pray tell, does one "sail away on with" someone? One either sails away with Loretta, or he sails away on Loretta. I'm rooting for the latter, as it would make for a far less clichéd line.
Will Dockery
2019-08-11 07:58:50 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
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The Lost Loretta Poem....

Now being written by the light of a camp fire...

Down by old man river...

I want to sail away on with her...

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I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.

;)
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-11 16:28:02 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
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I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
When counting the lines of a poem, one does not include the title.
Will Dockery
2019-08-11 18:51:22 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
========================================
I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
When counting the lines of a poem, one does not include the title.
That looks like a first line to me rather than a title.
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-11 22:00:26 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
========================================
I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
When counting the lines of a poem, one does not include the title.
That looks like a first line to me rather than a title.
The fact that it's the title of this thread should have been a dead give-away.
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-11 22:09:50 UTC
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The fact that it's the title of this thread should have been a dead give-away
No, I call the poem simply "Loretta".....

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Loretta



The Lost Loretta Poem....

Now being written by the light of a camp fire...

Down by old man river...

I want to sail away on with her...

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Better now Pendragron….?
Andre Hugo
2019-08-18 21:39:17 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
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I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
When counting the lines of a poem, one does not include the title.
That looks like a first line to me rather than a title.
You are quite correct..............
NancyGene
2019-08-11 18:59:44 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
How many times has Dunce sailed away on the Good Ship Maureen (under cover of darkness of course)?
Will Dockery
2019-08-11 19:03:45 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
How many times has Dunce
Obsessed with George Dance much, Nancy G?
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-11 22:10:41 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
How many times has Dunce sailed away on the Good Ship Maureen (under cover of darkness of course)?
Hey you sailor (ho! ho!) way out on your whaler
With your harpoon and your trusty line
If she shows now, yo! there she blows now
It just may be chunky Maureen Dunce.

Slightly modified from Bobby Darin's recording of "Clementine," written by Percy Montrose/Woody Harris (modern lyrics).
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-11 22:11:53 UTC
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The alleged "poem" contains only three lines
=========================================
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
========================================
I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
;)
You are correct, Doc...……….
Will Dockery
2019-08-12 00:38:11 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
========================================
I call it four lines, you don't have to agree.
;)
You are correct, Doc...……….
Instagram it:

https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-12 03:19:49 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
It may well be at that....
That's why it would make a great four line Instagram poem.
Good plan really....
Hector Heathcliff
2020-02-01 05:47:09 UTC
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Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
Now that I have a dozen Loretta poems it isn't so bad the first was washed away in a flood...
Michelangelo Scarlotti
2020-02-01 06:11:45 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
Now that I have a dozen Loretta poems it isn't so bad the first was washed away in a flood...
We know...

Loretta

The Lost Loretta Poem....

Now being written by the light of a camp fire...

Down by old man river...

I want to sail away on with her...

By General Stink

*****

Touring Loretta
a poem by NancyGene

“Put your pedal to my mettle,”
spoke Lady Bunny.
“I peel your banana seat
your red reflectors
kick your chain then stand
shifting bodies into high gear
burning rubber, tire,
then rest in your basket
steering through my nozzle
pounding air and Fix-a-Flat.”

He did not want to offend her--
he can no longer handle bars.

*****

SHE HO'D
(An Ode)

By Stinky George Sulzbach


I know'd she ho'd
As she ass-shook her way
Down Riverwalk
Where the hobos gawk
Beat off
A tin can symphony
To match her rhythmic sway.

I know'd she ho'd
With purple-painted hair
Displayed her wares
To simple Simon eyes,
Her kisses
Swapped for crack
Smack, pot or booze
And a dry tent
In which to sleep it off.

I know'd she ho'd
With every fleabit tramp,
On bended knees
She sucked disease
And blew
Food Stamps on
Wine and Scooter Pies.

I know'd she ho'd
But what's a man to do
When brown eyes sparkle
By the open fire
That warms the transient camp
And bakes the scent
Of brown-bagged urine
On the Southern night.

I know'd she ho'd
And gaily dosey-doed
From cardboard box
To lean-to, tent
And busker's backyard shed,
Gave head
In high beam'd glare
Of truck stop lots.

But in the early
Morning glow
As streetlights fade
With after hour scents
Of beer and vomit
On the southbound breeze,
I draw Loretta near
Kiss needled scars
And puss-bound scabs
That decorate her loins
And weep for joy
That in this
Rathole world
Somebody cares
For me
A little while...

...Until the wine
Is gone.

*****

Loretta
by the Zidiot, as told to NancyGene

Loretta give betta hetta
Than Gretta
I betta
If’n I metta
And I letta

*****

Loretta Lounges with Bums
a poem by NancyGene

Loretta lounges with bums
as the Chattahoochee comes
through this city of crumbs
a camp of sad outcomes.

Loretta has a ho beau
she won’t be letting him know
what brought her down this low
to work a pay-to-touch show.

Loretta commingles with Zid
both have to live off the grid
not much farther to skid
her perfume’s a can of Rid.

Loretta pawned her last pride
as the bum’s ad hoc bride
their threshold a branch outside
taking skank tent life in stride.

*****

(Untitled)
by Frosty, NancyGene and MMP

I sniff by night
the seat of her Bike
after a peddle so fast;
At moonlight I wander
to a garage over yonder
hoping that aroma will last.

I can't forget her
that sweet treat Loretta,
Doc will sure nuff be mad.........
................

Despite no light
She finds my campsite
Where her Goodwill smock she chucks
I feel for her penis
With ill-disguised keenness
Then remember I’m not with Fat Fuck.

What's this that I'm feeling?
My senses are reeling!
What grow long and hard in my clutch?
My dreams have come true
For she's got a dick, too...
And for years I'd just thought she was butch.

*****

Low Retta
by Frosty

Low Retta
Fo Getter
I got me
a Dockery

*****

When Loretta Doffed Her Sweater
a poem by NancyGene

When Loretta doffed her sweater
it was spelled out in block letters
for the pissbums and their betters
to roar out, “Let’s go get her.”

Zid told the gang to go drown.
He was hauling ‘Retta downtown
to earn some bread and hash browns
from her fried eggs stretching way down.

Now Loretta knew her wardrobe
and of Zid’s unfriendly microbes
a Sophie’s Choice of no hope
as Columbus was a dope slope.

Loretta snatched up slapdash gobbledygook
and smacked Zid with a left hook,
caused Zid to give a strange look
for it was his free review book.

“Stand down, Loretta,” Zid cried,
“don’t harm that book of Doc’s pride.
He doesn’t know that when his muse died
that it screwed him in the backside.”

‘Retta put back on her sweater but
she calmed down only somewhat.
She told Zid that it was clearcut
that he was the biggest camp slut.

She emphasized his slow wit
and constant questions “whatsit?”
With his scent of unwashed armpit,
he would now and never get it.

*****

Ho'retta
a poem by NancyGene and Michael Pendragon

Ho’retta, Columbus transvestite,
peddled through hobo camps most nights.
S/he set her bar high
when s/he wanted a guy
or low when she strapped on her dirt bike.

*****

Loretta Pedals
a poem by Michael Pendragon

Loretta pedals through the meadows to the hobo camps.
She hopes for coke, but often settles for whatever AMPHs
The local tramps who haunt the camps are so inclined to pay.
On fullmoon nights, she drops her pants to dance till break of day;
And all the tramps who aren't yet tight politely turn away.
Not that Loretta looked much better in days when she was young,
Nor that she shakes her globs of fat, nor smells of week old dung --
But when she lets it all hang out, she proves to be well-hung.

*****

Sheets of Loretta*
a poem and song by NancyGene

As I rolled off of the sheets of Loretta,
as I fell out of Loretta one day,
I saw a fat pissbum, all messed in plaid tent shirt,
chest-baring tent shirt was caked with red clay.

Whoa, beat the bum slowly and don’t catch E. coli,
ping the Dunce blarg as his hairy swan song.
Drag him to the Legents, leave him with Zod to lie.
Time he was working, and he’s mooched way too long.

Loretta was outraged when she said, “Pay, Fat Boy,
you sullied my sheets and thought you could deny.
Dumb small town can chide me and think I’m so whorey
when caught with fake breasts and exposed as a guy.”

Bum walked like an otter, stole fifty off his daughter
to cover a steak feast and lead pipe to head.
His books were returned, a lesson was unlearned--
a pawn to his editor, a pissbum unread.

*With apologies to "Streets Of Laredo" (Marty Robbins version). Attributed to Francis Henry Maynard, 1876 - Based on the Irish ballads, "A Handful Of Laurel" and
"The Bard Of Armagh." Traditional.

*****

And the hits just keep on coming!
NancyGene
2020-02-01 15:47:40 UTC
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Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's pretty much a poem in itself.
:)
Now that I have a dozen Loretta poems it isn't so bad the first was washed away in a flood...
We know...
Loretta
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
By General Stink
*****
Touring Loretta
a poem by NancyGene
“Put your pedal to my mettle,”
spoke Lady Bunny.
“I peel your banana seat
your red reflectors
kick your chain then stand
shifting bodies into high gear
burning rubber, tire,
then rest in your basket
steering through my nozzle
pounding air and Fix-a-Flat.”
He did not want to offend her--
he can no longer handle bars.
*****
SHE HO'D
(An Ode)
By Stinky George Sulzbach
I know'd she ho'd
As she ass-shook her way
Down Riverwalk
Where the hobos gawk
Beat off
A tin can symphony
To match her rhythmic sway.
I know'd she ho'd
With purple-painted hair
Displayed her wares
To simple Simon eyes,
Her kisses
Swapped for crack
Smack, pot or booze
And a dry tent
In which to sleep it off.
I know'd she ho'd
With every fleabit tramp,
On bended knees
She sucked disease
And blew
Food Stamps on
Wine and Scooter Pies.
I know'd she ho'd
But what's a man to do
When brown eyes sparkle
By the open fire
That warms the transient camp
And bakes the scent
Of brown-bagged urine
On the Southern night.
I know'd she ho'd
And gaily dosey-doed
From cardboard box
To lean-to, tent
And busker's backyard shed,
Gave head
In high beam'd glare
Of truck stop lots.
But in the early
Morning glow
As streetlights fade
With after hour scents
Of beer and vomit
On the southbound breeze,
I draw Loretta near
Kiss needled scars
And puss-bound scabs
That decorate her loins
And weep for joy
That in this
Rathole world
Somebody cares
For me
A little while...
...Until the wine
Is gone.
*****
Loretta
by the Zidiot, as told to NancyGene
Loretta give betta hetta
Than Gretta
I betta
If’n I metta
And I letta
*****
Loretta Lounges with Bums
a poem by NancyGene
Loretta lounges with bums
as the Chattahoochee comes
through this city of crumbs
a camp of sad outcomes.
Loretta has a ho beau
she won’t be letting him know
what brought her down this low
to work a pay-to-touch show.
Loretta commingles with Zid
both have to live off the grid
not much farther to skid
her perfume’s a can of Rid.
Loretta pawned her last pride
as the bum’s ad hoc bride
their threshold a branch outside
taking skank tent life in stride.
*****
(Untitled)
by Frosty, NancyGene and MMP
I sniff by night
the seat of her Bike
after a peddle so fast;
At moonlight I wander
to a garage over yonder
hoping that aroma will last.
I can't forget her
that sweet treat Loretta,
Doc will sure nuff be mad.........
................
Despite no light
She finds my campsite
Where her Goodwill smock she chucks
I feel for her penis
With ill-disguised keenness
Then remember I’m not with Fat Fuck.
What's this that I'm feeling?
My senses are reeling!
What grow long and hard in my clutch?
My dreams have come true
For she's got a dick, too...
And for years I'd just thought she was butch.
*****
Low Retta
by Frosty
Low Retta
Fo Getter
I got me
a Dockery
*****
When Loretta Doffed Her Sweater
a poem by NancyGene
When Loretta doffed her sweater
it was spelled out in block letters
for the pissbums and their betters
to roar out, “Let’s go get her.”
Zid told the gang to go drown.
He was hauling ‘Retta downtown
to earn some bread and hash browns
from her fried eggs stretching way down.
Now Loretta knew her wardrobe
and of Zid’s unfriendly microbes
a Sophie’s Choice of no hope
as Columbus was a dope slope.
Loretta snatched up slapdash gobbledygook
and smacked Zid with a left hook,
caused Zid to give a strange look
for it was his free review book.
“Stand down, Loretta,” Zid cried,
“don’t harm that book of Doc’s pride.
He doesn’t know that when his muse died
that it screwed him in the backside.”
‘Retta put back on her sweater but
she calmed down only somewhat.
She told Zid that it was clearcut
that he was the biggest camp slut.
She emphasized his slow wit
and constant questions “whatsit?”
With his scent of unwashed armpit,
he would now and never get it.
*****
Ho'retta
a poem by NancyGene and Michael Pendragon
Ho’retta, Columbus transvestite,
peddled through hobo camps most nights.
S/he set her bar high
when s/he wanted a guy
or low when she strapped on her dirt bike.
*****
Loretta Pedals
a poem by Michael Pendragon
Loretta pedals through the meadows to the hobo camps.
She hopes for coke, but often settles for whatever AMPHs
The local tramps who haunt the camps are so inclined to pay.
On fullmoon nights, she drops her pants to dance till break of day;
And all the tramps who aren't yet tight politely turn away.
Not that Loretta looked much better in days when she was young,
Nor that she shakes her globs of fat, nor smells of week old dung --
But when she lets it all hang out, she proves to be well-hung.
*****
Sheets of Loretta*
a poem and song by NancyGene
As I rolled off of the sheets of Loretta,
as I fell out of Loretta one day,
I saw a fat pissbum, all messed in plaid tent shirt,
chest-baring tent shirt was caked with red clay.
Whoa, beat the bum slowly and don’t catch E. coli,
ping the Dunce blarg as his hairy swan song.
Drag him to the Legents, leave him with Zod to lie.
Time he was working, and he’s mooched way too long.
Loretta was outraged when she said, “Pay, Fat Boy,
you sullied my sheets and thought you could deny.
Dumb small town can chide me and think I’m so whorey
when caught with fake breasts and exposed as a guy.”
Bum walked like an otter, stole fifty off his daughter
to cover a steak feast and lead pipe to head.
His books were returned, a lesson was unlearned--
a pawn to his editor, a pissbum unread.
*With apologies to "Streets Of Laredo" (Marty Robbins version). Attributed to Francis Henry Maynard, 1876 - Based on the Irish ballads, "A Handful Of Laurel" and
"The Bard Of Armagh." Traditional.
*****
And the hits just keep on coming!
Loretta Fights the Big One
a poem by NancyGene

Loretta of the waters spun on her cycles,
fighting, biting, delighting those who watched
her dance in a cape of vapor from the river
which delivered her mother and sisters and
then herself, rising from the pollution an
ablution of sin from a bin of diner waste.

She has been abused, turned loose to
her base instincts yet thinks of days coming,
humming when she was and ever will be
a seer of men then a receptacle for truth
through books of poetry, hoe-etry of
lives lived within the circle of their birth,
worth nothing on earth more than the
dirt floor, a whore of the land, standing
her ground against those who say, hey,
how much?

Loretta fights on, Johns, who don’t know
she goes to Tae Kwon Do to heal and
seal from harm her sacred gullet, a lull it
would seem to mean that she is
ambivalent, sibilant about the big one
and done or two and through for the day.

**********

Loretta Rainhobow
a poem by Stinky as told to NancyGene

Loretta turned violet
and handed me percocet

Loretta was green
as she lay in the latrine

Loretta was white
as the carp took a bite

Loretta was pink,
held her nose ‘cause I stink

Loretta was yellow
when malaria said hello

Loretta was purple
so I pushed when she pulled

Loretta was turquoise,
sucked the chrome without noise

Loretta was cyan
as she chewed on the beer can

Loretta turned red
when I bashed in her head

Loretta turned blue
when I strangled her too

Loretta was black
when I sewed up the sack

Loretta was tan
so I sank her and ran

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Will Dockery
2019-08-08 01:21:34 UTC
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Definitely a buzz developing out there for this one, Zod.

:)
Johnny Galt
2019-08-08 03:10:04 UTC
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Definitely a buzz developing out there for this one, Zod.
:)
Yes I see that Loretta has become the main object of attack by the misogyny gang....
Will Dockery
2019-08-08 11:45:58 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Definitely a buzz developing out there for this one, Zod.
:)
Yes I see that Loretta has become the main object of attack by the misogyny gang....
True, that should be expected from these scumbag trolls by this point.
Will Dockery
2019-08-08 22:53:32 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
Instagram it.
The Real General Zod
2019-08-08 23:43:35 UTC
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Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
Instagram it.
Yes maybe....
Will Dockery
2019-08-14 03:45:36 UTC
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Make it so...

;)
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-14 03:48:54 UTC
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Make it so...
;)
The poem is still being written.... had new ideas today for it....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-14 23:40:38 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
Will Dockery
2019-08-16 03:21:39 UTC
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Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.

She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.

:)
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-16 05:20:35 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.
She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.
:)
When those three team up it is hell on wheels.....
Will Dockery
2019-08-16 19:43:29 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rex Hunter Jr.
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.
She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.
:)
When those three team up it is hell on wheels.....
That really sounds like a different poem starting.

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Loretta

The Lost Loretta Poem....

Now being written by the light of a camp fire...

Down by old man river...

I want to sail away on with her...

By General Zod

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Again, I still think the four line version of the poem works best, simple in a nearly haiku form, Ray.
Ray Novack
2019-08-16 21:35:05 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.
She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.
:)
When those three team up it is hell on wheels.....
That really sounds like a different poem starting.
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Loretta
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
By General Zod
==========================================
Again, I still think the four line version of the poem works best, simple in a nearly haiku form, Ray.
I am thinking of making it a POEM CYCLE actually..........
Andre Newman
2019-08-17 02:35:58 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rex Hunter Jr.
Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.
She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.
:)
When those three team up it is hell on wheels.....
That really sounds like a different poem starting.
========================================
Loretta
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
By General Zod
==========================================
Again, I still think the four line version of the poem works best, simple in a nearly haiku form, Ray.
I am thinking of making it a POEM CYCLE actually..........
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_Cycle
Andre Hugo
2019-08-17 21:40:41 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rex Hunter Jr.
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rex Hunter Jr.
Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
No this poem is growing to epic size again.....
I saw Loretta and her two sisters racing up Second Avenue on their bikes this afternoon, they were leaving the Salvation Army soup line.
She is quite an epic worthy young Lass.
:)
When those three team up it is hell on wheels.....
That really sounds like a different poem starting.
========================================
Loretta
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
By General Zod
==========================================
Again, I still think the four line version of the poem works best, simple in a nearly haiku form, Ray.
It does work well as-is..................
Andre Hugo
2019-08-19 01:34:14 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
There you go Rochester....

The poem so far......
H***@novabbs.i2p
2020-02-01 06:20:25 UTC
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Yes, those satires are Mad Magazine worthy....
Loretta Hobo Cumdump
2020-02-03 02:06:32 UTC
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The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's just stupid.
H***@novabbs.i2p
2020-02-03 02:14:06 UTC
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Koko the Gorilla wrote on Mon, 03 February 2020 02:06
Post by Loretta Hobo Cumdump
Post by Johnny Galt
The Lost Loretta Poem....
Now being written by the light of a camp fire...
Down by old man river...
I want to sail away on with her...
That's just stupid.
Says "Koko the Gorilla"...............

Ha ha ha....

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