Showing posts with label molly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label molly. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

women like bad guys

 

Women like bad guys

Through the ages of time

Because the bad guys ooze confidence

Daring to take risks and enjoy benefits


Bad guys always get the women

No matter how these guys look and behave

They make the women going crazy in their heads

Gentlemen are the poor losers in their eyes


Look at James Bond character

Women will fall for him even he is matured

Though it is a movie but the input tells its tales

Women want a dashing and confident man


Mike Haines way of Evil Maxxing

He will turn the women around in their heads

They will see a man of confidence to play his game

They will get weak in their bodies and legs


Turn the hurt into a game

Challenging the women to try again

The Evil Maxxing technique of words

Give the man his credit of winning


But it is an old game

The bad guys play on intimate hunt

Challenge the women let them feel the winner

The bad guys will grin the tales in the drive

Saturday, April 21, 2012

molly she lives the life





Molly once slept in a small place
She didn't know how to differentiate
She was happy to get a place
Once she was so scared lived another place

When she sees a cane
She will run to hide
When she hears a loud thunder
She will shiver in fear

The year she was
A family emotionally mistreated her
The dog owner took her back
Molly was happy to go

Now in a new family
For years she lived happily
She now lives in an air conditioned room
With her owner dreaming her life away

Now she knows
The difference of the rooms
No whirring fan she looks into
It's the cool room she enjoys

Monday, April 09, 2012

molly




Molly wagged her tail
When she saw familiar faces
Walking through the door
The jumping joy

It was a couple of months
She could smell the familiar scents
Now she knew she had friends to play
She wanted company

The memories came
In the dog's mind it couldn't erase
The jumping of joy; the wagging tail
Molly knew she had friends to play

She would sniff collecting scents
In her memory bank the matches made
Molly the small happy dog
She lived in Boulevard admiring the scene

When we left her
She had the sorrowful eyes
Ears drooping down
Knowing it would be a while