Post by jarrad on Jan 6, 2004 19:39:18 GMT 10
TRANNY ON A BUS WRITTEN BY ME 
Sitting next to a granny i see a lovely t*ranny.
that t*ranny was the t*ranny on a bus.
no ordanairy t*ranny this t*ranny was a granny yes the granny was the t*ranny on a bus.
tranny took a sicky so it could cut its d*icky and dispose of it without any fuss.
tranny wearing tights shes a slick hermaphrodite with facial hair wearing lots of blush.
trannys head got screwed when it was one or two and was mistaken as a little girl.
it wore girly clothes and bought barbie dolls and had a mishapen veiw of the world.
T*ranny oh t*ranny, your a lovely granny looking the way you do.
you once had a d*ick and now you have a f*anny, lucky, lucky you.
with no way to mend it 'shes' quite the gender bender with 2 s*exes at her disposal,.
anyone with sence or half f;;;ed as this would offer her a gallant proposal.
Charitable Exchanges
In favour of a neighbour who loves her garden.
I bought a pitchfork from john martins.
and dug at her flowers with hearts content.
The morning sound of cursing was heavensent.
I never had a more sounder feeling.
then the comfurting thought of megans freind wheeling
skid marks apon the road,
thus skid marks nere her humble abode.
More innovative plans were to come to fruition.
thoughts of confetti we had envisioned.
With music blaring unbearable loud.
we were certain whos presence would be felt about now.
Came i time if ever we needed to train the dog.
where inwhich to lodge the evenings bog.
near the place inwhich she collects her letters.
but wait theres more, perhaps even better.
From panflets invitations and bizarre shaped and coloured dildos.
kelly was left with the feeling that thoes
,neanderthol types want her away.
but she was convinced that she would stay.
The letter keep would change its station.
as reply to our strong neighbourly relations.
More letters will come and to more places it changes.
these are a few of our charitable exchanges
Tales of a SHOEBOX
Christmas was the time of the year.
where presents are generally given with cheer.
Prewsents that year were different to thoes past.
who would have thought you could deliver a present from your ass?.
Dont call me a fruitcrake im no christmas grinch.
Doorstep met the present at quater to six.
from a secret admirer or so i would have it seem.
later he must have thought" she doesnt think that much of me".
Decorate the pugnent peice at our families staunch laughter.
for us this was a story that would end happy ever after.
Under his tree went the the shoebox of joy.
this was magic like seigfeild and roy.
the smell had arisen they assumed it was their dogs.
they never suspected it was I who engulfed there hoime with the scent of bog.
I would like to think they gathered around one quaint christmas day.
what would be the reaction and what would they say?.
I hope they would make an understandable mistake.
and assume i had mailed them a rotten christmas cake.
with googly eyes and cotton hair.
It was the spirit of christmas and saint nocholas was there.
Im glad i lived to tell the tale.
after opening the package his face turned pale.
his bid for acceptence for someone who would deem him fit.
is now lost, his future as gloomy as the possesed peice of shit.
YOUR INVITED!!!
Revenge had never been so sweet.
into my shins went his feet.
but in the end this event wont seem so wrong.
let me educate thee on what went on.
he chose after hearing the news to be my freind.
as there was a birthday party on months end.
not that far i can remember.
but this was year 6 and the month of November.
Unfased by new revelations,
i maintained one of my \"game faces\".
Sure your invited i said to he,
he asked what will we do there and i replied \"youll see\".
So now it had been arranged.
only from a mind so deviate and deranged.
the plot to kill ones self esteem.
i revelled in the thought, oh this just HAS to be a dream.
\"il pick you up at 11:00 am\".
he asked \"what should i bring there\".
best to bring some toblerone, as il will take you from your home.
said he \"i hope i wont have long to wait\".
in my hand i sealed his fate.
the morning had came as the sun had risen.
my mouth was flappin i was laughing and pissing.
yes we did take the car that day
but it never drove near his way.
hours went by he was out the front, soon exclaiming that i was a \"cunt\".
so many chuckles i had that day
ad he waited at the front in disarray.
the hour of 6 had come to bring.
tghe telephone with a constant ring.
\"why did you do that i even bought cake\"
i replied \"i thought i might pull a shonky on you mate\".
I must have been quite the fool.
not to expect a beating the next day at school.
for all of my bruises i thought it was worth it.
a birthday party the exclaimation mark on a week so perfect.
PLEASE WRITE UR OPPINION ON THESE POEMS!!!!!!!!
Sitting next to a granny i see a lovely t*ranny.
that t*ranny was the t*ranny on a bus.
no ordanairy t*ranny this t*ranny was a granny yes the granny was the t*ranny on a bus.
tranny took a sicky so it could cut its d*icky and dispose of it without any fuss.
tranny wearing tights shes a slick hermaphrodite with facial hair wearing lots of blush.
trannys head got screwed when it was one or two and was mistaken as a little girl.
it wore girly clothes and bought barbie dolls and had a mishapen veiw of the world.
T*ranny oh t*ranny, your a lovely granny looking the way you do.
you once had a d*ick and now you have a f*anny, lucky, lucky you.
with no way to mend it 'shes' quite the gender bender with 2 s*exes at her disposal,.
anyone with sence or half f;;;ed as this would offer her a gallant proposal.
Charitable Exchanges
In favour of a neighbour who loves her garden.
I bought a pitchfork from john martins.
and dug at her flowers with hearts content.
The morning sound of cursing was heavensent.
I never had a more sounder feeling.
then the comfurting thought of megans freind wheeling
skid marks apon the road,
thus skid marks nere her humble abode.
More innovative plans were to come to fruition.
thoughts of confetti we had envisioned.
With music blaring unbearable loud.
we were certain whos presence would be felt about now.
Came i time if ever we needed to train the dog.
where inwhich to lodge the evenings bog.
near the place inwhich she collects her letters.
but wait theres more, perhaps even better.
From panflets invitations and bizarre shaped and coloured dildos.
kelly was left with the feeling that thoes
,neanderthol types want her away.
but she was convinced that she would stay.
The letter keep would change its station.
as reply to our strong neighbourly relations.
More letters will come and to more places it changes.
these are a few of our charitable exchanges
Tales of a SHOEBOX
Christmas was the time of the year.
where presents are generally given with cheer.
Prewsents that year were different to thoes past.
who would have thought you could deliver a present from your ass?.
Dont call me a fruitcrake im no christmas grinch.
Doorstep met the present at quater to six.
from a secret admirer or so i would have it seem.
later he must have thought" she doesnt think that much of me".
Decorate the pugnent peice at our families staunch laughter.
for us this was a story that would end happy ever after.
Under his tree went the the shoebox of joy.
this was magic like seigfeild and roy.
the smell had arisen they assumed it was their dogs.
they never suspected it was I who engulfed there hoime with the scent of bog.
I would like to think they gathered around one quaint christmas day.
what would be the reaction and what would they say?.
I hope they would make an understandable mistake.
and assume i had mailed them a rotten christmas cake.
with googly eyes and cotton hair.
It was the spirit of christmas and saint nocholas was there.
Im glad i lived to tell the tale.
after opening the package his face turned pale.
his bid for acceptence for someone who would deem him fit.
is now lost, his future as gloomy as the possesed peice of shit.
YOUR INVITED!!!
Revenge had never been so sweet.
into my shins went his feet.
but in the end this event wont seem so wrong.
let me educate thee on what went on.
he chose after hearing the news to be my freind.
as there was a birthday party on months end.
not that far i can remember.
but this was year 6 and the month of November.
Unfased by new revelations,
i maintained one of my \"game faces\".
Sure your invited i said to he,
he asked what will we do there and i replied \"youll see\".
So now it had been arranged.
only from a mind so deviate and deranged.
the plot to kill ones self esteem.
i revelled in the thought, oh this just HAS to be a dream.
\"il pick you up at 11:00 am\".
he asked \"what should i bring there\".
best to bring some toblerone, as il will take you from your home.
said he \"i hope i wont have long to wait\".
in my hand i sealed his fate.
the morning had came as the sun had risen.
my mouth was flappin i was laughing and pissing.
yes we did take the car that day
but it never drove near his way.
hours went by he was out the front, soon exclaiming that i was a \"cunt\".
so many chuckles i had that day
ad he waited at the front in disarray.
the hour of 6 had come to bring.
tghe telephone with a constant ring.
\"why did you do that i even bought cake\"
i replied \"i thought i might pull a shonky on you mate\".
I must have been quite the fool.
not to expect a beating the next day at school.
for all of my bruises i thought it was worth it.
a birthday party the exclaimation mark on a week so perfect.
PLEASE WRITE UR OPPINION ON THESE POEMS!!!!!!!!
