Poems

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Drinking his vodka and beer
He couldn't get a hard-on
So he blew bin Laden
and wiped his mouth on his beard

okie?

Originally posted by L'ra
lyric:
this is from Kevin Bloody Wilson' album, but I can remember the name of the song:

oi! what times f**king smoko?
what time do we knock off?
I'm busting for a f**king s**t so, wheres the thunder box?
Do we get our daily rolling weed, and six cold cans of piss,
and can any bastard tell me, who's f**king show is this?

contunied: from teachers point of veiw:

there aint no f**king smoko!
I'll say when we knock off,
I'll tell you when to f**king s**t too, coz I'm the f**king boss.
there aint no daily rolling weed, you'll get f**k all here for free,
and if you wanna know who runns this show...it's f**king me!

rightio..

ok.....

🙂

Little Bo Peep fucked her sheep
Blew a horse, licked his feet
She ate his ass so very nice
Tongued his balls not once but twice

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
Your mother's a whore
I ain't your pop

FIre, that poem for whoever it was, it was good...I liked it. 😄

No longer will I stand alone
Without a hand to guide me
No longer will I be alone
But I'll have you beside me
And when I call out in the dark
There will be an answer
And in that old and tired dark
No longer will I receive a faint answer
But I will be caught in the arms
Of the one I longed for now and forever after

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

You should make a book out of that one, Mujaffa.

Can't see it ever catching on or being good enough subject material to make a book of.

boooooooooooooooooooooring 🙄

Originally posted by Ushgarak
You should make a book out of that one, Mujaffa.

😆

hehe

*yawn!, falls asleep on desk*

remind me to post the spelling checker poem!

Yerss, post the smelling checker program.

Eye have a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue,
miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a quay and type a word.
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write:
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it.
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh:
My chequer tolled me sow.

Very good. It failed on the grammar check though.