G-G-Golly W-Wally! What's this thing right here do? |
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chick inside an egg struggles until free to grow a freshman poet |
Retorical question of the Day What rhymes with diarrhea? |
I can't hear her over the sound of my pissing, So, I don't know what it is that I'm missing, I hope she'll not think her I'm dissing, I just can't hear over the sound of my pissing.
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There're only two things more satisfying than writing poetry and that is having sex with someone you love and a huge bowl of delicious chili! If you can find a way to combine all three, that would be heaven. |
Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, Update your blog, OKAY! It's UPDATED! Happy???? |
I had dental surgery today. One of my teeth developed a cavity that was unnoticed until it began getting packed with food. It never hurt but the Doc said it was too far gone and had to come out. Well, to make a long story short, the tooth had grown two roots instead of the usual one and had to be surgically removed. The procedure wasn't terribly painful but after the local wore off... OUCH! There will be no poetry writing today. |
Horny tree frogs croak to attract suitable mates. High school basketball. |
Fridged rain trickles inside in a broken window, Mother's final breath. The wail of traffic traveling on wet pavement, A lonely wife's cries. A mockingbird calls from the treetops to his mate, A black hearse passes. Cloudy blue-gray sky masking the snow-capped mountains, A lonesome poet. A fallen oak tree grows fungus and sphagnum moss, Forgotten graveyard. |
I don't know what her name is, I don't know what her game is, All I know is that she seems to be The one who brings me joy. I'll trust in my heartbeat, As I'm sitting in the hot seat, And if she'd simply look at me, I'd be a happy boy. a happy boy, Her attention I'd enjoy, a happy boy. At first I'll play it coy, a happy boy. With her feelings I'll toy, a happy boy. And if she'd get annoyed, unhappy boy, I'd be an unhappy boy. |