Poem 1:
My Dear Aunt Dot, left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the sh!t up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Damn.. what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs?
B!tches all up in my a$$ like a thong
If this was a show, y'all h0es would get "gonged"
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fvck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on
Poem 2:
To me she was my lover, and also a dear friend,
To others she was a blow up doll, that pleasured my rear end,
The day my sweetheart left me, was the day I smoked some hash,
The cherry bounced from my bong, and landed on her gash.
The melting plastic smelt horrible, the stench of death was bad,
In my memories I'll hold her, like the time I shared her with my dad.
My sweethearts gone for good now, and I'll never forget my Jen,
now I've traded her in for a new model, a lovely gent named Ken.
Now Ken, he made my heart race, it never skipped a beat,
Especially when he jiggled, and played with my man meat...
Poem 3:
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Flashing all the old ladies by lifting his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, grabbing for his glock,
"Are the women in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?"
"Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?
Come and have a drink with us, won't you have some gin?,
The wife is spread out on the floor, and she's really cheap,
And here's a naughty midget who will not fall asleep!"
Anything but sleep, you rogue! come and whip some poon,
Come punish this filthy wh0re, slap her with a spoon,
Rumbling, tumbling round about, garnishing his c0ck,
Shrieking like I don't know what, sleeping with the gobbledock.
"Hey, Willie Winkie - a deal is a deal!
See that woman wriggling around like an eel?,
Tugging at his you-know-what, and slapping women's bums
Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he cuums!"
Weary is the woman who sounds a dirty moan,
A small short little diddle, who can't cvm on his own,
Who always has a battle with sheep before he'll squirt in an eye
But a kiss from her rosy lips makes me say "bye bye".
2007-12-14
02:43:31
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Chelz
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➔ Poetry
no, i dont want to be famous, i just wrote that to get more people to read my poem!
2007-12-14
03:05:28 ·
update #1