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Re: poetry

PostPosted: 08 Aug 2010, 12:11
by Ice.Maiden
PMSL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :lmao4:

Poor old Tomsk seems highly strung,
We mustn't mention sh*te or dung.
Is it the smell or the words that're wrong?
The words are OK, so
it must be the pong. :think:

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 08 Aug 2010, 13:29
by pinky
running after the apple that rots
I feel the onset of the trots....

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 08 Aug 2010, 18:45
by kg

pinky wrote:running after the apple that rots
I feel the onset of the trots....


Sitting there among the pots,
I'm all alone with my thoughts.

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 08 Aug 2010, 18:51
by pinky
-kg- wrote:

pinky wrote:running after the apple that rots
I feel the onset of the trots....


Sitting there among the pots,
I'm all alone with my thoughts.


sitting to long hurts my buns
the joys of having the runs

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 08 Aug 2010, 23:32
by Ice.Maiden
Oh god. Oh....alright then.....

There I was, popping spots,
Squeezed too hard and
got the trots.
Sad of face, but free of zits,
I know not how to cure the
... bits.

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 09 Aug 2010, 14:58
by pinky
lol

as i arise for my morning start,
what escapes from me only a fart,...

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 10 Aug 2010, 07:43
by Ice.Maiden
as i arise for my morning start,
what escapes from me only a fart,...

I squeeze and I squeeze,
but try as I please,
Although last time I tried...
Well I got cottage cheese.

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 10 Aug 2010, 14:01
by pinky
OMG

the wind blows high and the wind blows low,
whenever it will come i never do know

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 10 Aug 2010, 16:07
by Ice.Maiden
LOL - think this thread should be re-named the Windy Poetry!

the wind blows high and the wind blows low,
whenever it will come i never do know

We seek it here, we seek it there,
Blowing on the washing,
or squeaking 'cross a chair.
The wind blows high, but this I know,
The worst ones come
From down below.

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 22 Jan 2011, 12:56
by Tomsk
what a load a crap...

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 22 Jan 2011, 16:48
by kg

Use poetry, Tomsk!

"What a load of silly crap,
"Must've been said by a sap.
"Why do you impose upon my ears?
"Let's just go have a couple beers!"

"Look over there at that lovely bint,
"Her butt's real big...now really, inn't?
"For everyone, a round on the house,
"We'll all get pissed, get really soused!"


Thankyou! Thankyouveramuch!

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 22 Jan 2011, 23:38
by Ice.Maiden
With talk of butts, and trots and wind,
Forgive me father, I have sinned.
But Glenn and pink and Tomsk were worse,
I've now produced a cleaner verse!

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 22 Jan 2011, 23:49
by kg

Butt....Butt...... :vrysad:

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 23 Jan 2011, 01:10
by kg

Ice.Maiden wrote:With talk of butts, and trots and wind,
Forgive me father, I have sinned.
But Glenn and pink and Tomsk were worse,
I've now produced a cleaner verse!


"The talk of gas and squirt and bun,
"is done in jest; all in good fun.
"If I offend, I beg indulgence
"For my, at times, gross effulgence."

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 23 Jan 2011, 17:11
by Ice.Maiden
Nearly cracked a rib with laughter,
Bellowed hard, and reached the rafter.
You don't offend, you never will,
But squirts of gas
they make me ill.

Gross effulgence is allowed,
No better way to please a crowd,
I also jest - I like the puns,
So carry on with jokes of buns.

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 23 Jan 2011, 21:26
by kg

I love such thoughts, especially squirts,
They make me laugh until it hurts!
Perhaps I'll find another way
To bring you to a better day!

Jesting like a big buffoon,
In a Daffy Duck cartoon,
That those who read these words of wit
Might find my humor a big hit!

Re: poetry

PostPosted: 25 Jan 2011, 21:59
by Ice.Maiden
ROFL at the last line!!!!!!! I'm out of poetic licence at the moment, but never fear ... when I'm up to speed again .......