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Unfortunately, I dont know any of you well enough to create a poem about you.
you mean fortunately...
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| Originally posted by Slylee UWM Metrosexual Extraordinaire No he�s not gay just because he does his hair. It�s perfectly normal according to him to shop till he drops then go to the gym he still loves �gina and everything that comes with it he can make love with the best of them or hit it n split it �Don�t call me, I�ll call you� his famous last words, before he breaks your heart in two The only thing worse than a picky female is a metro like this who will steal your hair gell |
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| Originally posted by Slylee you mean fortunately... |
pannettone head
break off a piece, he breaks in my teeth
i gave him his name, he could thank me the very least
but hes taken off from the boards and all
cause he thought he had it all,
he had djs on call, talking to them on his cell from the moll
egg whites and batter
awesome cake all togethe,r but divided he falls
talked about brawls on the streets
but hes nothing but an internet geek
a degenerate freak,
who reaks when he speaks,
cause hes always talking some sheat
speaks of internet pimpin it
behind a ciggarrette as hes rippin it
on a keyboard as hes fingerin it
but hes not getting pussy at all
cause hes into guys tooshy's and all
there cock and there balls
flop all in his mouth
has he lies in house
in a womens pink blouse, strapped down on a couch with a dick in his mouth.
his skull as thick as as lead his brain made out of bread
and this is why we call him pannettone head
SWAMPER
We Owe it all to you
from our lazinees, our ill will, and our addictive attitude,
What the fuck is your problem why did u start this fuckin site?
cause of you i now say "lol" in public and use abbreviations when i write.
If it wasnt for you id prolly be rich with a gorgeous wife
then again without being able to vent all these fucked up thoughts someone would fall victim to my knife
but theres no way I can blame you
since i know you personally too, u were just doing a task
i mean if it wasnt a webmonstah that u made it as
youd prolly be a rapist in a jason mask
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This line doesn't rhyme
And neither does this one
Roses are red
Violets are blue
All our base
Are belong to you.
beautiful poems from everyone, really, top notch.
btw,slylee, do another one when you get to know me better 
(if thats ever gonna happen 
)
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| Originally posted by UWM Roses are red Violets are blue All our base Are belong to you. |
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| Originally posted by isoterra Roses are red Violets are blue You read bash.org And I do too If you didn't get that one then nm |
The Thing that doesn't do
Howdy to you?
The penguin is dead!
Why is the penguin dead?
Well he sat on the electric chair!
& roasted his arse.
His arse was on fire!
It was a flaming penguin arse!
A magnificient sight to those who the thing that doesnt do!
Doesn't do what?
That is none of your business, unless you are a penguin!
Howdy to me?
The penguin is now charcoal!
The dust is getting in my eyes.
Penguin dust?
No, it is from the electric furnace.
25 bucks an hour, what a bargain!
I might have a seat & roast my arse.
Roasted arse. Roasted arse.
Howdy roasted arse.
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| Originally posted by Xenocreator_PG_ The Thing that doesn't do Howdy to you? The penguin is dead! Why is the penguin dead? Well he sat on the electric chair! & roasted his arse. His arse was on fire! It was a flaming penguin arse! A magnificient sight to those who the thing that doesnt do! Doesn't do what? That is none of your business, unless you are a penguin! Howdy to me? The penguin is now charcoal! The dust is getting in my eyes. Penguin dust? No, it is from the electric furnace. 25 bucks an hour, what a bargain! I might have a seat & roast my arse. Roasted arse. Roasted arse. Howdy roasted arse. |
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| Originally posted by isoterra What qualities does the poem posses? To lure the brain and let it confess To a fantasy wild and a dream that shines, And place it within these written lines; To remember a moment from long lost time, And reincarnate it in rhythm and rhyme; With a lifetime redused to verses four, And passions re-lived as a mere metaphor; To savour emotions before they will taper, And transfer your feelings from concience to paper. Every last greeting and every last curse Can forever be held in literary verse. |
roses are red
violets are blue
u like chestnuts
I like putting my nuts on your chest
The heart that could burn
Looking up at the dark ceiling
I saw a burning penguin arse
Make me feel I�m being watched
By a penguins arse that is on fire
Dying trees and run-down house
Time for the penguins arse to set them on fire
Puts my heart in a twisted beat
Like A firey vortex from the arse of a penguin
Sleepless for eternity
bloody penguins firey arse keeps me awake
The beautiful stars sparkle in the sky
Like a flaming turd from the penguins arse
The water cascading over the rocks
who cares the penguins arse is on fire
You love is like a spring rose
My penguins arse is like a fire
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| Originally posted by Xenocreator_PG_ The heart that could burn Looking up at the dark ceiling I saw a burning penguin arse Make me feel I�m being watched By a penguins arse that is on fire Dying trees and run-down house Time for the penguins arse to set them on fire Puts my heart in a twisted beat Like A firey vortex from the arse of a penguin Sleepless for eternity bloody penguins firey arse keeps me awake The beautiful stars sparkle in the sky Like a flaming turd from the penguins arse The water cascading over the rocks who cares the penguins arse is on fire You love is like a spring rose My penguins arse is like a fire |
The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just her and I
Her hair so soft
Her eyes so 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
To place my hand
On her breasts
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when she 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
Milking a cow
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| Originally posted by Psy-T freakin awesome! defintley the best so far!! |
...even though I wrote it like 5 years ago lol
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| Originally posted by Slylee UWM Metrosexual Extraordinaire No he�s not gay just because he does his hair. It�s perfectly normal according to him to shop till he drops then go to the gym he still loves �gina and everything that comes with it he can make love with the best of them or hit it n split it �Don�t call me, I�ll call you� his famous last words, before he breaks your heart in two The only thing worse than a picky female is a metro like this who will steal your hair gell |
Hey man, atleast people are writing something about you.
Slylee
Slylee looks good
she spends time at the gym
she knows not what she should
when things come to him
her highschool man flexed
putting Slylee a swoon
far too under sexed
she'd give up the poon
too bad that he's not
of age for this girl
slylee's left caught
her head in a twirl
poor slylee's sad
at home all alone
her luck is true bad
a dog without bone
lonely she'll stay
at home she will sit
however i say
i'd hit that shit
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| Originally posted by Floorfiller Slylee Slylee looks good she spends time at the gym she knows not what she should when things come to him her highschool man flexed putting Slylee a swoon far too under sexed she'd give up the poon too bad that he's not of age for this girl slylee's left caught her head in a twirl poor slylee's sad at home all alone her luck is true bad a dog without bone lonely she'll stay at home she will sit however i say i'd hit that shit |
my love is a leaf
torn as by a first gentle lover,
from the branch.
Tumbling, wumbling,
Summer Salting,
she shimmies through the bright afternoon,
whirling past a world of
wearily falling sheets
of rain and
maybe a feather or two float by.
Soon, she will plunge
into a puddle�
concentricting ripples
of her love.
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