Under The Oak Tree

 

 

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Lots of good things can happen in the shade of an oak tree,
It’s a fun place to be, especially with a young lady for company.
This is a tale that could happen to even strange guys like me,
Read it slowly and don’t jump to conclusions that may not be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Under the Oak Tree

 

 

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We were there in the cool shade underneath the old oak tree,
When, for the first time, she showed that sweet thing to me.
It was warm and soft and felt so very good to my first touch.
When I stroked it gently,  I could tell that it loved it so much.

In the shade of the Oak tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea about the first verse above,
Thinking this may be an X rated poem with tones of hot love.
The thing I was talking about was just a very soft little pussy,
So from now on, don’t jump to conclusions and get so very fussy.

 

 

 

 

 

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I stroked it some more and was blessed with a soft gentle purr,
It became all crackly from the static electricity there in its fur.
I asked, “what’s its name”, and she said “I call her Fuzz Lips,
Because her sweet lips are as soft as velvet on your finger tips.”

Purring pussy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Shame on you, you still can’t clear your mind of those bad things,
When this poem is about an innocent little kitty with no strings.
When I see a little puss like this, the tickler in me goes into gear
So I grab a long weed stem and start to tickle her soft little ears.

Cat tickling tool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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At first she reacts with cute little ear flips trying to ignore me,
Then Fuzz Lips starts to get that mean look you can easily see,
I can see her claws start to extend as she is getting so mad,
She takes a swipe at me with a clawed paw but misses, I’m glad.

Mad pussy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As you can now see this is just a tale of a little kitty so sweet,
I asked the young lady why she brought the kitty to our meet,
And she said, “I take my puss with me everywhere that I go.
I’m so very attached to her because deep down I do love her so.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“She just loves to be softly stroked by big ole guys just like you,
With her soft fur there for you to pet so slow and easy as you go.
And she gets you guys in the mood for some very soft petting,
This is the first tickling that I can remember my puss ever getting.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Sometimes with strange guys like you, my puss fails me so”
So I guess I’ll just pack my cute little puss up and hit the road.”
I said “well now that I know why you carry old Fuzz Lips along,
Let’s get down to business and I’ll start petting you so strong.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We had a wonderful time there in the shade of that old oak tree,
Just that sweet fine looking young lady, old Fuzz Lips, and me.
If you’re ever out with a young lady who pulls out her puss for you.
Don’t tickle it, just stroke it so softly and treat it very gently too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And you will surely get to the smooching fun long before me,
Don’t you just love these poems that happen under an old tree.
I think Longfellow wrote a poem starting under a big tree too,
Perhaps we’ve got a lot in common as us poets sometimes do.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill,

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading Under The Oak Tree,
Bill