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Ancient Moderator's Haiku
Thread of morning stinks
Noon boxing, tantrums arise Release the beyotch. |
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The bullfrog complains
His noise brings hungry turtles Again, calm silence |
Sir, we are not worthy.
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NoMyths was a stonecold hottie
Average face but a smokin' body After one drink he would shout "On the first date I'll put out!" I read this on the wall in the potty |
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lymrics > haiku |
There once was a Sub from McLean
Who liked to wear tube tops of green. But he always did gloat: "I've got tits like a goat!" Perhaps he's a Pat or a Jean? |
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Limerick, dammit, limerick!
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There once was a fellow called Subby
Who was more than a little bit Tubby While out on a date He said "I must lose some weight My gut's in the way of my chubby" |
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I like lymric better. I'm not much on things with lime added. |
Sure, Critch shagged an occasional sheep
But the Scotsman never got in them too deep He spoke to them sweetly As he slid in his meatly Never once did his sweet bitches feel cheap |
So Subby's a little bit sick
He likes nothing better than huffing on dick he said, with a cough "I'll suck your dog off and I'll swallow his goo double quick" |
When the FOFC starts with verse
It begets an unstoppable curse As the amateurs reign It's unspeakable pain As the poetry runs bad to worse |
Yeah my boy Critch is old, bald and fat.
But you ladies know that's where it's at. Let me ask you just one thing... Wanna see Critch in a g-string? Does the Pope where a real funny hat? |
Quik does the Sand fall
Through the eternal hourglass Of old chilidogs. |
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So are the Days of Our Lives. |
Jon in the middle?
I thought he was on the right. Ha ha ha, Georgia. |
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