What happens in innocence, might could possibly end defiled?
Beware of those little farm girls! LOL!
Dashing through the tall green stalks naked as a child The thrills of a hide and seek, by now had magnified her . . .
Wild!
The corn raised high , five feet in height . . .and there in the rows, little naked beaux, on purpose, would appear! Seemingly, very, very eager, Id say, and extremely
Cavalier!
Popping up, crouching down A bum behind the ears! A glimpse of skin... all squealed, giggling; Oh! the naturalness of . . .
Sin!
Running swift, darting figures In a maize with all the boys, Saying, "ha ha ha! , Youll never catch me!" ...and then off in a flash she . . .
Ploys!
They stalked and shouted, with an air about um, begging breathless, capricious calls, "Hey, where did you go, little girly? "Oh!. . .Yoo-hoo boys! You cant see me, but, man. . . I can see
Ya alls!"
After awhile, too long, too silent, no coup d oeil d girl! The boys, they jest, surrendering, dressed, "Bet she went wee, wee, wee, all the way back to
Home!
But, she didnt . . . Nope, no sir-ee bob! That there, little naked girly girl, was very quite concealed . . . Row, row, rowing in her little red row boat in the middle of that
Field!
Copyright 2007 Kimmy Van Kooten
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Reviews of "The Wild Cavalier's of Sin Ploys in Ya'all's Home Field"
Kimmy...Kimmy...I just wouldn't allow my thoughts to go done yonder forbidden path...so I was kinda half-expecting a might funny twist at the end...I kinda figured you were talking about little boy and girl animals ... you know... innocent...but hoping... :)
Oh yes I do remember those cornfields
To many things could happen there
I would run through when I was young
And saw many things!!
Outstanding flow and humorous write!!
Love And Peace to you always...Morning Star
Ah, this is too cute! Loved this humorous and very clever poetic tale my friend! Outstanding write...still smiling! You amaze me! Can't wait to read this one to my husband!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
I remember those cornfields, too. Lots of things could happen there, and probably did! You've written a saucy piece and characterized an even saucier little flirt.
The Title alone could untangle a traffic jam Kimmy friend.
That little wench ... toying with the second shakra of lustful young lads. I think I would have laid low and feigned apathy and then when she got frustrated with my lack of interest I would have pounced suddenly upon her bones with unrelenting hunger. Yeah Baby!
"Oh! the naturalness of . . . Sin!" This was a terrible battle for me in my twenties. Fantabulous and evocative write Kimmy! You rock the Casbah conga gurl!
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A comical and clever piece; instead of red flags, we'all gotta watch out for red row boats - esp. since we have 2 sons in SC!!!
Love&Blessings, Rhonda
Enjoyed your stuff at Poetry Life and Times BTW.
best
Ian
nice work...
enjoyed.....Art sun...
Cute little write...
Aw~~~now that was just really cute and cleva
enjoyed it
bill
Regis
A cute write all the same!
Much love
Lena
I can almost see you writing this with a devilish grin on your face! I chuckled all the way through. Applause for a great write.
George
God Bless,
Lew
Excellent way to start a day, with a bowl of cornflakes. (lol)
Excellent.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
To many things could happen there
I would run through when I was young
And saw many things!!
Outstanding flow and humorous write!!
Love And Peace to you always...Morning Star
Blessings,
Joyce B.
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Love Tinka
That little wench ... toying with the second shakra of lustful young lads. I think I would have laid low and feigned apathy and then when she got frustrated with my lack of interest I would have pounced suddenly upon her bones with unrelenting hunger. Yeah Baby!
"Oh! the naturalness of . . . Sin!" This was a terrible battle for me in my twenties. Fantabulous and evocative write Kimmy! You rock the Casbah conga gurl!
Richard