Last Kiss by John Lustig for April 23, 2021

Totality understandable.

Joyce Kilmer? Who’s she?

(Just kidding. I’ve hated that bit of doggerel since 7th grade.)

He’d better hope that tree doesn’t have a squirrel looking for nuts…

You guys are hounds!

In the 4th grade we had to memorize and recite that poem in front of the class. When it came my turn, I could not stop laughing when I got to the breast part. Then, every time one of us got to “breast”, someone would snicker and half the class would start laughing. Remedy: Five of us snickerers had to stand in the hall (I was the first) while the rest of the class finished. The teacher gave me one last time and somehow I finished it.

So… Lift your arms and giver her the attention she needs while under the tree.

Then Mt Everest is one big nipple. No wonder the Man in the Moon keeps staring at the Earth. Her boobs are showing.

Mmmm hmmm.

That sly look on her face…“Oh, the places you’ll go and the thing’s you’ll do.” (Dr. Seuss) ….and doesn’t she know it.

May I please “like” this more than just once? I’m thinking 6 – 7 times, at least!

fusilier

James 2:24

Gosh! They don’t write them poems like they use to.

Get lost Bub! Make like a tree and leave! If you think you’re going to climb my branches, you have another thought coming….

I guess it’s all in the perspective

well, he could always behold the “bush!” (just assuming….)

What a boob.

boom chicka bow wow

He was her mighty oak and she was forever a tree hugger.

Let’s just hope nothing comes between them…

My fourth grade humor went along this line:

Teach: Johnny, can you tell the class why mother’s milk is better for babies?

Me: Well, it’s purer, it has vitamins, and, and, and… it comes in such cute containers!

Hmm… trees provide wood… I’m detecting sexual overtones in today’s strip. (but then i usually do)

It starts with a passionate kiss on the lips, which leads to the fun of exploration of thefemale body!

Johnny’s passed out, one beer too many. Lisa’s relieved, he’s not getting any!

No thanks. These days a tree is just fine.

And from the Earth’s sweet breasts should pour

Such milk as would make my spirit soar,

So tried I to nurse that spirit milk,

I pressed my lips but got nought but silt…

isn’t it “pressed”

Greeting card that was never written:

I think that I won’t never see

A poem as pretty as a tree.

But you take this poem, and like it, see,

‘Cause I ain’t sendin’ you no tree!

most excellent

Yowzha! Mother Earth Day was always my favorite holiday!

September is a long way off.

She has planned for everything, even wearing a green dress. If things get frisky; no grass stains. And things will get frisky. His head is already resting between the goal post and a touchdown

Of course, a couple of hills make a good scenery, trees or not.

September is a long way off.

September is a long way off.

Sept is quite a ways off.