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Post by jarrad on Jan 20, 2004 18:23:43 GMT 10
poems people read them tell me what u think!
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Post by Pinkline Jones on Jan 21, 2004 12:51:49 GMT 10
I'd like to hear a Jarrad limerick.
My favourite non-Jarrad limerick though would be:
From the depths of the crypt at St. Giles came a scream that resounded for miles Said the Vicar "Good gracious - Has Father Ignacius forgotten the Bishop has piles"
PINKLINE
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Post by jarrad on Jan 21, 2004 21:06:05 GMT 10
Pinkline u have much respect for poetry
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Post by Pinkline Jones on Jan 22, 2004 12:13:15 GMT 10
lol thanks mate....here's another favourite limerick:
An Argentine gaucho named Bruno Once said there's something I DO know A woman is fine and a sheep is divine ...but a llama is numero uno!
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Post by Pinkline Jones on Jan 22, 2004 13:53:48 GMT 10
Should be "Ignatius"
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Post by zzzzzzzzzzzzzz on Jan 22, 2004 14:04:22 GMT 10
Pinkline, why don't you register so you can edit your posts? ;D
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Post by Brett on Jan 22, 2004 14:18:10 GMT 10
T`was the night before Christmas -- Ole Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks... I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I`ve busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa" -- what do I hear? The old lady bitches `cause I work late at night. The elves want more money -- The reindeer all fight! Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant, now Vixen has AIDS! And just when I thought that things would get better, Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter! They say I owe taxes -- if that ain`t damn funny. Who the hell ever sent Santa any money? And the kids these days -- they all are the pits. They want the impossible -- Those mean little shits! I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds, Assembling dolls ... Arms, legs and heads. I made a ton of yo yo`s -- NO request for them, They want computers and robots... they think I`m IBM! Flying through the air... dodging the trees. Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees! I`m quitting this job... there`s just no enjoyment, I`ll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment. There`s no Christmas this year... you now know the reason. I found me a blonde -- I`m going SOUTH for the season!
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Post by Brett on Jan 22, 2004 14:20:12 GMT 10
The sky was dark The moon was high All alone just she and I Her hair was soft Her eyes were blue I knew just what She wanted to do Her skin so soft Her legs so fine I ran my fingers Down her spine I didn`t know how But I tried my best I started by placing My hands on her breast I remember my fear My fast beating heart But slowly she spread Her legs apart And when I did it I felt no shame All at once The white stuff came At last it`s finished It`s all over now My first time ever At milking a cow.....
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Post by Pinkline Jones on Jan 22, 2004 14:52:16 GMT 10
;D
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Post by jarrad on Jan 23, 2004 20:47:26 GMT 10
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Post by jarrad on Jan 25, 2004 9:54:28 GMT 10
jarrad wants more replys
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Post by comet on Jan 25, 2004 10:20:07 GMT 10
ewwwies to the above poem. hahaha
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Post by Jarrad on Jan 26, 2004 9:18:59 GMT 10
lol talk about MY poems now, the ones at the start of the thread
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Post by Brett on Jan 26, 2004 11:42:10 GMT 10
Jarrad!!! Stop being so selfish!!
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Post by TeenQueen on Jan 26, 2004 12:02:07 GMT 10
It's all about me me me me ME! And my poems.
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