Diaper Poem

[NY_BabyBoy]

Thanks to my diaper

Thanks to my diaper as you keep my pants dry.

Blessed in your wrap hugging this area above my thigh.

Thanks to my diaper so warm, so loving to me.

No other underwear in the world, could there be.

Thanks to my diaper so white till I pee

Sending tingles to my spine, in this I is free.

Thanks to my diaper never forget to buy more.

As I forget my pants as I walk out the door.

[guitar_a_goo_goo_ga]

your poem is cute with nothing to dispute

hopefully no one rants about your lack of pants

also welcome to the forums its like being reborn

we hope you stay so dont go away!

lovely poem. do you have any more?

[NY_BabyBoy]

your poem is cute with nothing to dispute

hopefully no one rants about your lack of pants

also welcome to the forums its like being reborn

we hope you stay so dont go away!

lovely poem. do you have any more?

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I have hundreds more but there not diaper poems lol this one was done as a joke in the chat room and i figured I'd post it.

[guitar_a_goo_goo_ga]

i havent written poetry sence i out grew my teenage agnst. sadly the old computer ate them all.

[NY_BabyBoy]

i havent written poetry sence i out grew my teenage agnst. sadly the old computer ate them all.

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My other poems are more like this one.

Love is in the Air

Silhouettes sung in tears of a blue jay

perched on the branch of an old rose bush.

Sits glanced upon a wilted rose

with its lone pedal wrinkled in sorrow.

Icicles melt from barren leaf branches

and the snow recedes to the morning sun.

The wake of spring brings new love chances

for the smell of lust fulfills the air.

Beats from a lonely heart still in wait

yearning for the bliss of romances kiss.

Whilst cupid sharpens the edges on his arrows,

wipes away the dust from his bow.

A mind awakens from its melancholy slumber

and dances to life in the worlds anew.

Hopes and desires awaken to the new day

as flowers of spring bring loves awaited bloom.

[guitar_a_goo_goo_ga]

cool. the ones i remember verbatem are;

LONLY OLIVE

the green olive is lonly

the black olive is in hell

they were once friends

but i ate the black one

ARROW OF BLOOD

arrow of blood arrow of pain

how can this life be sustained

with your magic and my knowlege

we will find a way

arrow of blood arrow of pain

i had hundred of these but alas they are gone forever as well as all the other web pages and writtings, lyrics, mp3s, music i recorded,... im sad just thining about it.

anyway. poetry is such a great and easy way to convey emotion. and if one decides to put music behind the poem them the words magicly become lyrics and one has a song!

i love music and poetry. oh and drinking! ive been drunk everyday sence my 21st b-day. hi im some_goffy_guitar_baby_sounds and im an alcoholic.

MISSPELLINGS A PLENTY FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!