roses are red
Lemons are sour
Open ur legs
and give me an hour
Kissing Is A Habit
Fucking Is A Game
Guys Get All The Pleasure
Girls Get All The Pain
10 Minutes Of Pleasure
9 Months Of Pain
3 Days In The Hospital
A Baby Without A Name
The Baby Is A Bastard
The Mother Is A Whore
This Woulda Never Happend
If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!!
Sex is like math
You subtract the clothes
Add the bed
Divide the legs
And Pray to god
You dont multiply
Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your
I'll fill you with cream
Hickory dickory dock
This bitch was suckin my cock
The clock struck two
I dumped my goo
And dumped her to the end of the block
Hicory dickory dock
some nigga was eating my twat
the hair got tangled the nigga was strangled
@least she swallod a lot.
Sex is good
Sex is fine
Doggy Style & 69
Just for fun
Or gettin paid
Everyone likes gettin laid
So if u want me in yo sack
lick yo lips and HOLLA BACK
Sex is evil
Sex is a sin
Sins are forgiven
So stick it in!!!
roses are nice
violets are fine.
ill be the six
if you be the nine.
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Toilet Poem
A budding poet trying his best...
Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
Another to be poet, he wrote this below that...
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted
Someone who had a different experience wrote,
You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!
Perhaps it's true that people find inspiration in toilets.
I came here
To shit and stink,
But all I do
Is sit and think.
There are also people who come in for a different purpose...
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls...
And finally, this should teach some a lesson...
Sign seen at a family restaurant toilet wall:
The hands that clean these toilets also make your food...please aim properly.
Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
Another to be poet, he wrote this below that...
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted
Someone who had a different experience wrote,
You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!
Perhaps it's true that people find inspiration in toilets.
I came here
To shit and stink,
But all I do
Is sit and think.
There are also people who come in for a different purpose...
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls...
And finally, this should teach some a lesson...
Sign seen at a family restaurant toilet wall:
The hands that clean these toilets also make your food...please aim properly.
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