on some deleted poem
1 Aug 2002, 5:07 PM
jolly good show
on My purple headed womb ferret by ==Doylum
1 Aug 2002, 4:46 PM
Horus i must thank you for killing those dirty rascals they were indeede giving me grief
on Fragrant Blossom by Jody Conn
1 Aug 2002, 2:03 PM
Naughty dirty naughty poem, so naughty.
Phwweerereewerwer
Phwweerereewerwer
on recent submissions by <~>
1 Aug 2002, 2:13 PM
Where shall the green find understanding oh wise one. If not from the hallowed words of those on poemwanker, a place hot clods of intellect hit the screen at every stroke.
For your genius a 10
For your genius a 10
i like the word what you have writ/
they remind me of steamin horse shit.
For an unprecedented 2nd time in one day I give the Doylum Big-pilo-shite award for excrament achivment in the field of verse to you Bakar. Well done my good sir. The prize is at this very moment sloshing its way to your door
they remind me of steamin horse shit.
For an unprecedented 2nd time in one day I give the Doylum Big-pilo-shite award for excrament achivment in the field of verse to you Bakar. Well done my good sir. The prize is at this very moment sloshing its way to your door
on BURNHAM BEECHES by longships
1 Aug 2002, 3:06 PM
with fiberglass and steal
on BURNHAM BEECHES by longships
1 Aug 2002, 3:34 PM
anyway whats all that got to do with a berkshire radio club mister radio two don't deny thats your inspiration wicked boy. Yet hark i must leave the darked forests of yesteryear do call me
on BURNHAM BEECHES by longships
1 Aug 2002, 3:38 PM
fiberglass gloves conceal
the evidence
of those who would steal.
the evidence
of those who would steal.
on Bring me back to life by kawakurdi
1 Aug 2002, 5:02 PM
pas mal pas mal
on My purple headed womb ferret by ==Doylum
1 Aug 2002, 4:36 PM
A secret lover of big black cocks is horus8/
to be riped by their girth is his undeclared fate/
he longs to ignite passions and fire/
as he drops his soap adnauseam in the shower/
Poor boy filled with loathing and self hate/
that the timid insults in poetry corner will never sate/
My advise to you/
Go down to your nearest convieience/
and wait in the cubicle with your buttocks tense/
Till the big Irish thug and hater of gays/
Cums down on you to mend your ways/
with his ferret in paw/
he'll make you so very sore/
But I think you will thank her/
For more relief than you could get from poemwanker.
to be riped by their girth is his undeclared fate/
he longs to ignite passions and fire/
as he drops his soap adnauseam in the shower/
Poor boy filled with loathing and self hate/
that the timid insults in poetry corner will never sate/
My advise to you/
Go down to your nearest convieience/
and wait in the cubicle with your buttocks tense/
Till the big Irish thug and hater of gays/
Cums down on you to mend your ways/
with his ferret in paw/
he'll make you so very sore/
But I think you will thank her/
For more relief than you could get from poemwanker.
on Life/Death (revised) by devotedwonder
1 Aug 2002, 8:49 AM
Poo/Wee(unrevised)
Poo/
Fart brewing/
Poo slurping/
crap shooting/
shit steaming/
the bowl is filling/
beautiful log to see/
Wee/
bowels filling/
piss steaming/
wee gleaming/
urine burning/
gentials hurting/
what did you put in that tea.
Poo/
Fart brewing/
Poo slurping/
crap shooting/
shit steaming/
the bowl is filling/
beautiful log to see/
Wee/
bowels filling/
piss steaming/
wee gleaming/
urine burning/
gentials hurting/
what did you put in that tea.
on Consequences by devotedwonder
1 Aug 2002, 9:02 AM
I know your hurtin honey, but try to keep it all in. Cause by bringing it all out in the open your hurtiig everyone else. Your turing my brain to putty arrghhhhh
on Daisies by LobotomyNeedle
1 Aug 2002, 6:34 AM
I shall award you with my special
Big-pilo-shite award for excrament achivment in the field of verse. Please leave your address so that I may forward you award.
Big-pilo-shite award for excrament achivment in the field of verse. Please leave your address so that I may forward you award.
on some deleted poem
1 Aug 2002, 8:16 AM
They only things that wave are my juicy clingons as they ripple to the appreciation, of this poem, emited from my anus. Yet again the ring has it, a 10 for you my good sir
on Basic comedy by Garrett S Sexton
1 Aug 2002, 10:33 AM
Take that back heathen. Or you shall burn on the Hill at battle like all hippy kind.
It made me laugh
I like bums and stuff
It made me laugh
I like bums and stuff
on Such is life by Alan2168
1 Aug 2002, 5:50 AM
what a horrible little poem
i read the other day
oh back to this one em well
i like the idea of an irregular erratic beat.
i read the other day
oh back to this one em well
i like the idea of an irregular erratic beat.
run along young pup