.... plop all over her pasty white fanny whilst i sat on a high pressure novelty lawn sprinkler shaped like Teddy Rukspin than listen to Red Worm or Green Ginger.
Ohhhhh yeah Now that's poetry...
This guy has an imagination alright I reckon hes gonna fit right in....
Plop on pasy white .... . Yummmm
Aunty T
THAT IS ALOT TO LIVE UP TO, I WILL ENLIGHTEN YOU WITH ONE MORE TIDBIT, THIS IS FUNNIER, CLEANER, AND ORIGINAL. i once worked in a plastic stretchfilm factory/ i will sent a schematic sometime. It was like melted beads and scrap plastic that would blow up into a bubble 5 stories high and fold down over like 50 rollers and finger cutting blades and such to roll up into two giant Saran Wrap rolls. Oddly enough the machine's manufacturer wasAphex from Switzerland (see Drukgs back cover copyright). This is about my coworker Tom Wacherding (pronounced Wach-her- ding) no lie. Tom, Tom he looks like a clown... with the trippy ass smells that will never come down At the factory a Million square feet With no safe place for me to retreat... Scratching at his soiled articles Making airborne fecal particals Oh my god due I'm gonna gag Or cover my face with a menthol rag I understand it could be worse If i suffered from this funky curse Or if Tom sat with legs spread Airing out that pubic dread Thank you so much for intelligent revelant convo... and thanks be jesus ... god bless bOB _________________________________________________________________ Get MSN 8 and enjoy automatic e-mail virus protection. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus
Mmm crunchy nut cornflakes Those who write are surely to blame If writing wasn't invented We'd be ok If language wasn't ever invented That would be top .. Right Im not a poet but heres my entry Into the poem time thing Emily known as bluey Awfully sweet and gooey She liked me once But its all gone pooey This poem could Get rude and gritty But I just feel sad No need to be shitty But anyway, shes a bitch I've fucked her mum And it was up the bum Blah blah bum dribble snot shit Poke er in the eye and... fuck right off with it Metering is not my strongest Poems are all fucked up Seeping from the corner of the mouth of some damn schmuck I didn't mean All that nasty stuff I just wanted love And some anal action Im a senstive guy deep down I would love to love But I not sure how I mean what does it feel like? I follows my penis wherever it goes It goes up it goes down I get dizzy and throw The master speaks - I follow The master spits and you swallow If only the master could reach my lips No more need for humans or social trips No more need to feel disdain For general joe schmuck In his armoured car of ignorance With the hoardes of hippo like wallowers Waving the flag of arrogance Eating his cast-offs, horny crumbs Like etch-a-sketch goldfish Wide open for anything they can get They can't see the glass Till their noses touch it VOLUME :WORLD 98% FULL Please delete anyone you can
Pure gold, Kris!! :-) Had me busting up!! P.S. Don't quit your day job though 8>) _jason_
Im not a poet but heres my entry Into the poem time thing
Emily known as bluey Awfully sweet and gooey She liked me once But its all gone pooey
This poem could Get rude and gritty But I just feel sad No need to be shitty
But anyway, shes a bitch I've fucked her mum And it was up the bum
Blah blah bum dribble snot shit Poke er in the eye and... fuck right off with it
Metering is not my strongest Poems are all fucked up Seeping from the corner of the mouth of some damn schmuck
I didn't mean All that nasty stuff I just wanted love And some anal action
Im a senstive guy deep down I would love to love But I not sure how I mean what does it feel like?
I follows my penis wherever it goes It goes up it goes down I get dizzy and throw
The master speaks - I follow The master spits and you swallow If only the master could reach my lips No more need for humans or social trips
No more need to feel disdain For general joe schmuck In his armoured car of ignorance With the hoardes of hippo like wallowers Waving the flag of arrogance Eating his cast-offs, horny crumbs Like etch-a-sketch goldfish Wide open for anything they can get They can't see the glass Till their noses touch it
Mmm yes a more snivelling effort Than my usual drivelling efforts All in all I would say - bollocks But it certainly filled a much needed gap While I break to think about How more fucked up I can make this tune.. No that I do any music anymore of course -- )) (( c[_] bLiP www.justablip.co.uk (don't bother going there)
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