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www.oocities.org/rudeandignorant Poetry Corner!!! It's for the most part filthy, and I welcome submissions... E-mail them to: rudeandignorant@yahoo.ca or if they are very short, you can leave them in my Guestbook. If it's clean and sensible poetry you are looking for, click here for my page from my "Joketender" site: www.oocities.org/joketender/poetry |
Last update by: "The Joketender" January 27, 2003 |
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I have a dream! alright Motha Fucka? |
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For Bobby Burns Day: January 25, 2003 A Scotsman from old Aberdeen Wrote poetry some said, 'obscene' The five-liners he penned Would many offend He'd stand laughing, and think he was keen! A Scotsman named Johnny Mc Angus Was boiling his sheep stomach haggis When it came to his brain A new fast food chain Which he named "Haggis in a Baggis!" |
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A lovely poem about pussies: A real piece of shit... November 19, 2003 Some pussies are tight, and fit like a glove Some pussies are loose, and no good for love But you want some good lovin', and want to feel fitter Then turn the bitch over, and start bangin' her shitter! My all time classic piece of filth!!!: (Hope you like it?) January 27, 2003 There once was a Frenchman named Jacques Blessed at birth, with a corkscrew cock And all his life was a constant hunt To find a girl with a corkscrew cunt And one fine day, he met his match A lovely girl with a corkscrew snatch They fell in love and did what's right Saved their passion for their wedding night And on the night that they were wed... The God damn bitch, was a left hand thread! |
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Okay, Limericks on the left? Do we understand each other? Let's go.... |
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There once was a bishop from Birmingham Who'd bend over young boys while confirming 'em He'd lift up his frock And pull out his cock And pump his Episcapal sperm in 'em There once was a man from Madras With testicals made out of brass In stormy weather They'd smash together And lightning would shoot out his ass! The once was a man from Berdeath Who circumcized men with his teeth Though not for the pleasure Or the sexual pleasure But for the cheese underneath Said a man who'd seen no pussy before While screwing a cheap smelly whore As he fondled her tits He saw her armpits And he screamed, "Oh, My God! not two more!" |
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