What poems would be like if poets told the truth…(Look at the poems, these make too much sense.)
Phenomenal Woman- Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. It’s simple… I put out.
Where the sidewalk ends - Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends, Its that ratty dirt path off 40th and Lincoln.
If You Forget Me- Pablo Neruda I want to know one thing. Will you put out?
The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I picked the narrow one because “who likes ‘em fat?”
A Dream Within A Dream- Edgar Allen Poe Take this kiss upon the brow. Please put out now.
There Is Another Sky- Emily Dickenson There is another skyy, It’s a cheap distilled vodka.
Life Is Fine- Langston Hughes I went down to the river, F*ck it, I went fishing.
A Girl- Ezra Pound The tree has entered my hand, Wow, I’m stoned.
To You- Walt Whitman LET us twain walk aside from the rest, Tell me, Are you a virgin?