She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goose chase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gun smoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery (September 2009)

----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html

Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> Shitsnip

***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***

THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
For riding is one of my joys.
I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
As we gallop with vigor,
And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.

Isaac liked his nephew Jordy’s rear view,
From whence Jordy did his #2.
Jordy did #1
And Isaac said, son,
That not what we Commies doo-doo.

Jordan Chasescott had a gluteus--
That Uncle Isaac said was beauteous.
Isaac said drop your pants,
Give your Uncle a chance,
To give you a rub that’s salubrious.

Uncle Isaac and Jordan would read nursery rhymes
About Commies and sex and YouTube crimes.
Jordy learned about jails
And Joey’s porn sales
While Isaac performed pantomimes.

Isaac Chase’s “love dared not speak its name”
So Jordan was written into Internet fame.
Isaac thanked Will and Zod
And committed job fraud
While Jordan Chasescott bore the shame.

Jordan Chasescott was naïve
Of what Isaac hid up his sleeve.
Isaac gave him a bath
While he did the math
That at least he wouldn’t conceive.

Little Jordan Chasescott lost his way.
Uncle Isaac yelled, “I’ll save the day!”
“Take off your pants
And I’ll do a belt Dance
On your butt ‘til you can say
Uncle!”

Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
Uncle Isaac would blow
And Jordan would know
That he didn’t need any beachwear.

Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
And hung out with folks who were soapless.
Isaac took Jordy’s hand
And said I’m your man,
But no one can make me grope you less.

Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
Jordy said it’s U-turn,
Isaac said how I burn
To lay rubber on I-95.

Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
Jordan had a strong yen
To trade Barbies for Ken
And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.

Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
Pics of Will Dockery
Made Stout Joe a mockery,
Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.

Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.

Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
Isaac’s sad pleas
To give Jordy a squeeze,
So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”

Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
You should have a guy
And then you’ll know why
I dress you in ruffles and pearls.

Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
Isaac Chase said come here
And I’ll fondle your rear--
You’ll remember the things you forgot.

Isaac Chase dearly loved his nephew and tried
To kiss Jordan Chasescott’s tiny backside.
Jordan said, Uncle Ike,
Could I have a new bike?
So Isaac gave him a banana seat ride.

Obsessively troll much, Pendragon?

🙂

On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 8:15:13 PM UTC-5, W-Dockery wrote:
> Obsessively troll much, Pendragon?
>
> 🙂

Just replacing spam with poetry, Donkey.

***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***

THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
For riding is one of my joys.
I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
As we gallop with vigor,
And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.

Isaac liked his nephew Jordy’s rear view,
From whence Jordy did his #2.
Jordy did #1
And Isaac said, son,
That not what we Commies doo-doo.

Jordan Chasescott had a gluteus--
That Uncle Isaac said was beauteous.
Isaac said drop your pants,
Give your Uncle a chance,
To give you a rub that’s salubrious.

Uncle Isaac and Jordan would read nursery rhymes
About Commies and sex and YouTube crimes.
Jordy learned about jails
And Joey’s porn sales
While Isaac performed pantomimes.

Isaac Chase’s “love dared not speak its name”
So Jordan was written into Internet fame.
Isaac thanked Will and Zod
And committed job fraud
While Jordan Chasescott bore the shame.

Jordan Chasescott was naïve
Of what Isaac hid up his sleeve.
Isaac gave him a bath
While he did the math
That at least he wouldn’t conceive.

Little Jordan Chasescott lost his way.
Uncle Isaac yelled, “I’ll save the day!”
“Take off your pants
And I’ll do a belt Dance
On your butt ‘til you can say
Uncle!”

Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
Uncle Isaac would blow
And Jordan would know
That he didn’t need any beachwear.

Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
And hung out with folks who were soapless.
Isaac took Jordy’s hand
And said I’m your man,
But no one can make me grope you less.

Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
Jordy said it’s U-turn,
Isaac said how I burn
To lay rubber on I-95.

Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
Jordan had a strong yen
To trade Barbies for Ken
And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.

Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
Pics of Will Dockery
Made Stout Joe a mockery,
Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.

Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.

Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
Isaac’s sad pleas
To give Jordy a squeeze,
So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”

Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
You should have a guy
And then you’ll know why
I dress you in ruffles and pearls.

Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
Isaac Chase said come here
And I’ll fondle your rear--
You’ll remember the things you forgot.

Like I said, obsessively troll much, Pendragon?

HTH and HAND.

🙂

Michael Pendragon lied and misrepresented:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> She Sleeps Tight

> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.

> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.

> Won't be long,
> until I see her face.
> She's waiting
> in an undisclosed place.
> I've been conspired
> banned from my muse.

> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.

> In Salem town
> she keeps her chin so high.
> Darkened breeze
> she smiles as I roll by.
> Step inside
> she looks for tables left.

> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.

> Like a Steamboat
> she plans to roll on down.
> To the Gulf
> out of this dirty town.
> Copper mesh
> kept stuffed in a jar.

> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.

> We know him
> eye deed by his ship.
> In a trap
> a kind of goose chase trip.
> Whiskey fumes
> and stale gun smoke.

> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.

> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.

> -Will Dockery (September 2009)

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html

> Video:
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

>
> shit

That's probably just your upper lip you smell again, Pendragon.

HTH and HAND.

On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>
> She Sleeps Tight
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
>
> Won't be long,
> until I see her face.
> She's waiting
> in an undisclosed place.
> I've been conspired
> banned from my muse.
>
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
>
> In Salem town
> she keeps her chin so high.
> Darkened breeze
> she smiles as I roll by.
> Step inside
> she looks for tables left.
>
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
>
> Like a Steamboat
> she plans to roll on down.
> To the Gulf
> out of this dirty town.
> Copper mesh
> kept stuffed in a jar.
>
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
>
> We know him
> eye deed by his ship.
> In a trap
> a kind of goose chase trip.
> Whiskey fumes
> and stale gun smoke.
>
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>
> Video:
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

Quite excellent and outstanding...!

Zod wrote:

> On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>>
>> She Sleeps Tight
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>>
>> Won't be long,
>> until I see her face.
>> She's waiting
>> in an undisclosed place.
>> I've been conspired
>> banned from my muse.
>>
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>>
>> In Salem town
>> she keeps her chin so high.
>> Darkened breeze
>> she smiles as I roll by.
>> Step inside
>> she looks for tables left.
>>
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>
>> Like a Steamboat
>> she plans to roll on down.
>> To the Gulf
>> out of this dirty town.
>> Copper mesh
>> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>>
>> We know him
>> eye deed by his ship.
>> In a trap
>> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> Whiskey fumes
>> and stale gun smoke.
>>
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>
>> Video:
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

> Quite excellent and outstanding...!

Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

On Monday, February 13, 2023 at 12:30:15 AM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
>
> > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> She Sleeps Tight
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >>
> >> Won't be long,
> >> until I see her face.
> >> She's waiting
> >> in an undisclosed place.
> >> I've been conspired
> >> banned from my muse.
> >>
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >>
> >> In Salem town
> >> she keeps her chin so high.
> >> Darkened breeze
> >> she smiles as I roll by.
> >> Step inside
> >> she looks for tables left.
> >>
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >>
> >> Like a Steamboat
> >> she plans to roll on down.
> >> To the Gulf
> >> out of this dirty town.
> >> Copper mesh
> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
> >>
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >>
> >> We know him
> >> eye deed by his ship.
> >> In a trap
> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
> >> Whiskey fumes
> >> and stale gun smoke.
> >>
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
> >>
> >> Video:
> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>
> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
> Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.
>
> 🙂

Good day to you Doc, Mike says hello to you, we are getting some fishing done in out private river bank area...!

Zod wrote:

> On Monday, February 13, 2023 at 12:30:15 AM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>>
>> > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> She Sleeps Tight
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >>
>> >> Won't be long,
>> >> until I see her face.
>> >> She's waiting
>> >> in an undisclosed place.
>> >> I've been conspired
>> >> banned from my muse.
>> >>
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >>
>> >> In Salem town
>> >> she keeps her chin so high.
>> >> Darkened breeze
>> >> she smiles as I roll by.
>> >> Step inside
>> >> she looks for tables left.
>> >>
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >>
>> >> Like a Steamboat
>> >> she plans to roll on down.
>> >> To the Gulf
>> >> out of this dirty town.
>> >> Copper mesh
>> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
>> >>
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >>
>> >> We know him
>> >> eye deed by his ship.
>> >> In a trap
>> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> >> Whiskey fumes
>> >> and stale gun smoke.
>> >>
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>> >>
>> >> Video:
>> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>>
>> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
>> Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.
>>
>> 🙂

> Good day to you Doc, Mike says hello to you, we are getting some fishing done in out private river bank area...!

Fantastic day out there for some fishing... sunny and warm...!

Zod wrote:

> On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>>
>> She Sleeps Tight
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>>
>> Won't be long,
>> until I see her face.
>> She's waiting
>> in an undisclosed place.
>> I've been conspired
>> banned from my muse.
>>
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>>
>> In Salem town
>> she keeps her chin so high.
>> Darkened breeze
>> she smiles as I roll by.
>> Step inside
>> she looks for tables left.
>>
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>
>> Like a Steamboat
>> she plans to roll on down.
>> To the Gulf
>> out of this dirty town.
>> Copper mesh
>> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>>
>> We know him
>> eye deed by his ship.
>> In a trap
>> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> Whiskey fumes
>> and stale gun smoke.
>>
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>
>> Video:
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

> Quite excellent and outstanding...!

Good evening, thanks again for the positive feedback.

On Sunday, February 19, 2023 at 11:40:13 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
>
> > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> She Sleeps Tight
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >>
> >> Won't be long,
> >> until I see her face.
> >> She's waiting
> >> in an undisclosed place.
> >> I've been conspired
> >> banned from my muse.
> >>
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >>
> >> In Salem town
> >> she keeps her chin so high.
> >> Darkened breeze
> >> she smiles as I roll by.
> >> Step inside
> >> she looks for tables left.
> >>
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >>
> >> Like a Steamboat
> >> she plans to roll on down.
> >> To the Gulf
> >> out of this dirty town.
> >> Copper mesh
> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
> >>
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >>
> >> We know him
> >> eye deed by his ship.
> >> In a trap
> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
> >> Whiskey fumes
> >> and stale gun smoke.
> >>
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
> >>
> >> Video:
> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>
> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
> Good evening, thanks again for the positive feedback.

***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***

THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
For riding is one of my joys.
I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
As we gallop with vigor,
And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.

On Monday, February 13, 2023 at 5:45:59 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Monday, February 13, 2023 at 12:30:15 AM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> > Zod wrote:
> >
> > > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> > >>
> > >> She Sleeps Tight
> > >>
> > >> Sleeps so tight
> > >> she has a marksman's eye.
> > >> Maker's mark
> > >> tattoo firewater spine.
> > >> Leather shoes
> > >> but nowhere to go.
> > >>
> > >> Dice and coins
> > >> scattered in the snow.
> > >> Dice and coins
> > >> scattered in the snow.
> > >>
> > >> Won't be long,
> > >> until I see her face.
> > >> She's waiting
> > >> in an undisclosed place.
> > >> I've been conspired
> > >> banned from my muse.
> > >>
> > >> This won't stick
> > >> poor boy's all confused.
> > >> This won't stick
> > >> poor boy's all confused.
> > >>
> > >> In Salem town
> > >> she keeps her chin so high.
> > >> Darkened breeze
> > >> she smiles as I roll by.
> > >> Step inside
> > >> she looks for tables left.
> > >>
> > >> Wink at time
> > >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> > >> Wink at time
> > >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> > >>
> > >> Like a Steamboat
> > >> she plans to roll on down.
> > >> To the Gulf
> > >> out of this dirty town.
> > >> Copper mesh
> > >> kept stuffed in a jar.
> > >>
> > >> Sharp cold hit
> > >> turning wine to water.
> > >> Sharp cold hit
> > >> turning wine to water.
> > >>
> > >> We know him
> > >> eye deed by his ship.
> > >> In a trap
> > >> a kind of goose chase trip.
> > >> Whiskey fumes
> > >> and stale gun smoke.
> > >>
> > >> Sunk and drowned
> > >> with all her knives and jokes.
> > >> Sunk and drowned
> > >> with all her knives and jokes.
> > >>
> > >> Sleeps so tight
> > >> she has a marksman's eye.
> > >> Maker's mark
> > >> tattoo firewater spine.
> > >> Leather shoes
> > >> but nowhere to go.
> > >>
> > >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
> > >>
> > >> ----
> > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
> > >>
> > >> Video:
> > >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
> >
> > > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
> > Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.
> >
>
> Good day to you Doc, Mike says hello to you, we are getting some fishing done in out private river bank area...!

Hello again, my friend, tell Mike hello also.

🙂

Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>> Zod wrote:
>>>
>>> > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>>> >>
>>> >> She Sleeps Tight
>>> >>
>>> >> Sleeps so tight
>>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>>> >> Maker's mark
>>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>>> >> Leather shoes
>>> >> but nowhere to go.
>>> >>
>>> >> Dice and coins
>>> >> scattered in the snow.
>>> >> Dice and coins
>>> >> scattered in the snow.
>>> >>
>>> >> Won't be long,
>>> >> until I see her face.
>>> >> She's waiting
>>> >> in an undisclosed place.
>>> >> I've been conspired
>>> >> banned from my muse.
>>> >>
>>> >> This won't stick
>>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>>> >> This won't stick
>>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>>> >>
>>> >> In Salem town
>>> >> she keeps her chin so high.
>>> >> Darkened breeze
>>> >> she smiles as I roll by.
>>> >> Step inside
>>> >> she looks for tables left.
>>> >>
>>> >> Wink at time
>>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>> >> Wink at time
>>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>> >>
>>> >> Like a Steamboat
>>> >> she plans to roll on down.
>>> >> To the Gulf
>>> >> out of this dirty town.
>>> >> Copper mesh
>>> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>> >>
>>> >> Sharp cold hit
>>> >> turning wine to water.
>>> >> Sharp cold hit
>>> >> turning wine to water.
>>> >>
>>> >> We know him
>>> >> eye deed by his ship.
>>> >> In a trap
>>> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
>>> >> Whiskey fumes
>>> >> and stale gun smoke.
>>> >>
>>> >> Sunk and drowned
>>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>>> >> Sunk and drowned
>>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>>> >>
>>> >> Sleeps so tight
>>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>>> >> Maker's mark
>>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>>> >> Leather shoes
>>> >> but nowhere to go.
>>> >>
>>> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>> >>
>>> >> ----
>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>> >>
>>> >> Video:
>>> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>>>
>>> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
>>> Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.
>>>
>>> 🙂

>> Good day to you Doc, Mike says hello to you, we are getting some fishing done in out private river bank area...!

> Fantastic day out there for some fishing... sunny and warm...!

Definitely great weather for enjoying the outdoors.

Zod wrote:

> On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>>
>> She Sleeps Tight
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>>
>> Won't be long,
>> until I see her face.
>> She's waiting
>> in an undisclosed place.
>> I've been conspired
>> banned from my muse.
>>
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>>
>> In Salem town
>> she keeps her chin so high.
>> Darkened breeze
>> she smiles as I roll by.
>> Step inside
>> she looks for tables left.
>>
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>
>> Like a Steamboat
>> she plans to roll on down.
>> To the Gulf
>> out of this dirty town.
>> Copper mesh
>> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>>
>> We know him
>> eye deed by his ship.
>> In a trap
>> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> Whiskey fumes
>> and stale gun smoke.
>>
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>
>> Video:
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

> Quite excellent and outstanding...!

Thanks again for reading and commenting, again.

On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 11:40:13 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> > On Friday, February 25, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>
> >> She Sleeps Tight
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >> Dice and coins
> >> scattered in the snow.
> >>
> >> Won't be long,
> >> until I see her face.
> >> She's waiting
> >> in an undisclosed place.
> >> I've been conspired
> >> banned from my muse.
> >>
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >> This won't stick
> >> poor boy's all confused.
> >>
> >> In Salem town
> >> she keeps her chin so high.
> >> Darkened breeze
> >> she smiles as I roll by.
> >> Step inside
> >> she looks for tables left.
> >>
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >> Wink at time
> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
> >>
> >> Like a Steamboat
> >> she plans to roll on down.
> >> To the Gulf
> >> out of this dirty town.
> >> Copper mesh
> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
> >>
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >> Sharp cold hit
> >> turning wine to water.
> >>
> >> We know him
> >> eye deed by his ship.
> >> In a trap
> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
> >> Whiskey fumes
> >> and stale gun smoke.
> >>
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >> Sunk and drowned
> >> with all her knives and jokes.
> >>
> >> Sleeps so tight
> >> she has a marksman's eye.
> >> Maker's mark
> >> tattoo firewater spine.
> >> Leather shoes
> >> but nowhere to go.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
> >>
> >> Video:
> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>
> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
> Good evening, thanks again for the positive feedback.

You are quite quite welcome my old pal....

Zod wrote:

> On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 11:40:13 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > On Friday, February 25, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> She Sleeps Tight
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >>
>> >> Won't be long,
>> >> until I see her face.
>> >> She's waiting
>> >> in an undisclosed place.
>> >> I've been conspired
>> >> banned from my muse.
>> >>
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >>
>> >> In Salem town
>> >> she keeps her chin so high.
>> >> Darkened breeze
>> >> she smiles as I roll by.
>> >> Step inside
>> >> she looks for tables left.
>> >>
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >>
>> >> Like a Steamboat
>> >> she plans to roll on down.
>> >> To the Gulf
>> >> out of this dirty town.
>> >> Copper mesh
>> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
>> >>
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >>
>> >> We know him
>> >> eye deed by his ship.
>> >> In a trap
>> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> >> Whiskey fumes
>> >> and stale gun smoke.
>> >>
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>> >>
>> >> Video:
>> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>>
>> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
>> Good evening, thanks again for the positive feedback.

> You are quite quite welcome my old pal....

Hello again, my friend.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> She Sleeps Tight
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
>
> Won't be long,
> until I see her face.
> She's waiting
> in an undisclosed place.
> I've been conspired
> banned from my muse.
>
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
>
> In Salem town
> she keeps her chin so high.
> Darkened breeze
> she smiles as I roll by.
> Step inside
> she looks for tables left.
>
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
>
> Like a Steamboat
> she plans to roll on down.
> To the Gulf
> out of this dirty town.
> Copper mesh
> kept stuffed in a jar.
>
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
>
> We know him
> eye deed by his ship.
> In a trap
> a kind of goose chase trip.
> Whiskey fumes
> and stale gun smoke.
>
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>
> Video:
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

A most lovely poem...!

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> She Sleeps Tight
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>>
>> Won't be long,
>> until I see her face.
>> She's waiting
>> in an undisclosed place.
>> I've been conspired
>> banned from my muse.
>>
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>>
>> In Salem town
>> she keeps her chin so high.
>> Darkened breeze
>> she smiles as I roll by.
>> Step inside
>> she looks for tables left.
>>
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>
>> Like a Steamboat
>> she plans to roll on down.
>> To the Gulf
>> out of this dirty town.
>> Copper mesh
>> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>>
>> We know him
>> eye deed by his ship.
>> In a trap
>> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> Whiskey fumes
>> and stale gun smoke.
>>
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>
>> Video:
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

> A most lovely poem...!

Good morning, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> On Monday, February 13, 2023 at 12:30:15 AM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>>
>> > On Friday, February 10, 2023 at 3:20:15 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> She Sleeps Tight
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >> Dice and coins
>> >> scattered in the snow.
>> >>
>> >> Won't be long,
>> >> until I see her face.
>> >> She's waiting
>> >> in an undisclosed place.
>> >> I've been conspired
>> >> banned from my muse.
>> >>
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >> This won't stick
>> >> poor boy's all confused.
>> >>
>> >> In Salem town
>> >> she keeps her chin so high.
>> >> Darkened breeze
>> >> she smiles as I roll by.
>> >> Step inside
>> >> she looks for tables left.
>> >>
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >> Wink at time
>> >> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> >>
>> >> Like a Steamboat
>> >> she plans to roll on down.
>> >> To the Gulf
>> >> out of this dirty town.
>> >> Copper mesh
>> >> kept stuffed in a jar.
>> >>
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >> Sharp cold hit
>> >> turning wine to water.
>> >>
>> >> We know him
>> >> eye deed by his ship.
>> >> In a trap
>> >> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> >> Whiskey fumes
>> >> and stale gun smoke.
>> >>
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >> Sunk and drowned
>> >> with all her knives and jokes.
>> >>
>> >> Sleeps so tight
>> >> she has a marksman's eye.
>> >> Maker's mark
>> >> tattoo firewater spine.
>> >> Leather shoes
>> >> but nowhere to go.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>> >>
>> >> Video:
>> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
>>
>> > Quite excellent and outstanding...!
>> Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting.
>>
>> 🙂

> Good day to you Doc, Mike says hello to you, we are getting some fishing done in out private river bank area...!

Good evening, great weather for that.

:)

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> She Sleeps Tight
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>> Dice and coins
>> scattered in the snow.
>>
>> Won't be long,
>> until I see her face.
>> She's waiting
>> in an undisclosed place.
>> I've been conspired
>> banned from my muse.
>>
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>> This won't stick
>> poor boy's all confused.
>>
>> In Salem town
>> she keeps her chin so high.
>> Darkened breeze
>> she smiles as I roll by.
>> Step inside
>> she looks for tables left.
>>
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>> Wink at time
>> nothing lasts except yourself.
>>
>> Like a Steamboat
>> she plans to roll on down.
>> To the Gulf
>> out of this dirty town.
>> Copper mesh
>> kept stuffed in a jar.
>>
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>> Sharp cold hit
>> turning wine to water.
>>
>> We know him
>> eye deed by his ship.
>> In a trap
>> a kind of goose chase trip.
>> Whiskey fumes
>> and stale gun smoke.
>>
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>> Sunk and drowned
>> with all her knives and jokes.
>>
>> Sleeps so tight
>> she has a marksman's eye.
>> Maker's mark
>> tattoo firewater spine.
>> Leather shoes
>> but nowhere to go.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (September 2009)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/11/she-sleeps-tight.html
>>
>> Video:
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

> A most lovely poem...!

Good evening, thanks again for the endorsement.