poems

Jack and Jill

Submitted by Esther Hodgson on Fri, 2005-08-19 09:40.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to have a little fun,
stupid Jill forgot the pill
and now they have a son.

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I Start with a M

Submitted by Shea M Lund on Sun, 2005-08-07 16:58.

I start with a M
so does a male
there can be roads on me
you can get me in the mail
or there can be states on me
trust me I'm not a baseball cap
what am I, I'm a ma

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Devious Vs. Gullible by Bekah Smith

Submitted by jeremy M ABEL on Fri, 2005-07-22 16:01.

Women love the word "forever,"
Only because you misinterpret it.
Forever means nothing more than this:
"Until you start to get on my nerves."

She may tell you you're cu

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Bless

Submitted by nate on Fri, 2005-07-22 10:40.

Dear Heavenly father full of grace
Bless my boy friend for his cute face
Bless his hair that always curls
Help keep his hands off other girls
Bless his hands so big and strong

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When I Grow Up

Submitted by Phillip D Tomblin on Sun, 2005-07-17 02:21.

I want to be rich when I grow up
With a manly and muscular figure.
I want to grow up to be Arnold,
Arnold Schwarzenneger.

I want to want muscleman movies
For two m

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Earth and Space

Submitted by Paul C Randall on Tue, 2005-06-28 09:13.

I live on earth,
He lives in space
I booted his ass there when
he shoved his dick in
my face

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Nasty Poems

Submitted by Kendr Reneah on Fri, 2005-06-17 19:15.

Roses are red,

Pickles are green

I love your legs

and whats between

Kissing is a habit

Fucking is a game

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Grandma's Twat

Submitted by lakerfan on Wed, 2005-06-01 02:15.

Little Jack Horner,
Sat in the corner,
Playing with Grandma's twat,
Put in a pinky,
Pulled out a stinky,
And said, "My it's beginning to rot".

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Shootin at a squirel

Submitted by al harvey on Sat, 2005-05-28 12:42.

This is a story about a man named Jed
Poor mountainier barely kept his family feed

Then one day he was shootin at a squiral
Up popped up, a beautiful girl

Naked t

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The Good Ship Venus

Submitted by Holly Griman on Sat, 2005-05-21 20:18.

Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us!
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast was a raging penis.

The captain's name was Morgan,
A

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