butterflyzrfree wrote:

Of all the stuff that I do love it is the angels shining on you from above you remind me of a white dove Except with black skin. I want you to know that I do so lust very much for your perfect body and kisses and some touch Would it be too much to ask for some crunch I mean, your are so sexy you make me hot. She is black and beautiful, proud and kind She is driving me out of my mind I really think I am going nuts. just looking at her butts!!!!!!!!!! I buy lots of roses, you turn away I got you french fries, will you stay? All I want is you to play She took my Coke and said ok!!!!!!!!!! Yay!

If I'm ever trying to chat up a chick, I think I'll need to remember this one. I figure it's a winner with any woman!

He writes with my lipstick!

without no love
it’s only grey
I need some hugs
I need some play.
Have traveled miles
much's left to tread
now, wish a life
with color Red!

deepali wrote:

He writes with my lipstick! without no love it’s only grey I need some hugs I need some play. Have traveled miles much's left to tread now, wish a life with color Red!

Very cross! This is supposed to be a thread for truly awful poems! Couldn't you at least put some misspellings and bad grammar in it????

Ozymandias wrote:

Very cross! This is supposed to be a thread for truly awful poems! Couldn't you at least put some misspellings and bad grammar in it????

Oh..yes! i knew it was bad.
i'll try again.

Someone stole my Lips-stick!

widout no luv
it’s only gray
I knead sum hugs
I knead sum play.
have towelled miles
must sleep in bed
and wash the life
wid collar Red!

deepali wrote:

Ozymandias wrote: Very cross! This is supposed to be a thread for truly awful poems! Couldn't you at least put some misspellings and bad grammar in it???? Oh..yes! i knew it was bad. i'll try again. Someone stole my Lips-stick! widout no luv it’s only gray I knead sum hugs I knead sum play. have towelled miles must sleep in bed and wash the life wid collar Red!

That's much worse, and therefore much better!

eye skent to the door
and boug sum grosseries
nobody liked da food
or the eggs for reherseries
soda bought myself a leg
and walked on mmy hanands
drama ate me sober
and i loft a lotta sand
man what do i do
that i donch have a Dutch'es prowess
scamping all the time,
where are the birdles frolic
as the murtles just follow
sale and sticks and pies
and mom's dirty socks
never wondering why

Eye named you doctor frantic
u named me doctor pupil
and thought you mant it
by the hue of quadruple
so i followed the sunlit
amused by the blue
realizing it was four spots
in muh eyes like super glue

Twinkle twinkle in the grass
it's blue as snow silver morass
it shines a hazy desert forest
i named the snowman star Boris.

FuchsiaFestival! wrote:

Eye named you doctor frantic u named me doctor pupil and thought you mant it by the hue of quadruple so i followed the sunlit amused by the blue realizing it was four spots in muh eyes like super glue

lovely write, Sammi!!
Thanks!

When Last Sand Blew Him on the Lonesome Plain

Once upon a time there was a man
who found himself in love with sand.

Sand, you say, why that's just silly;
men should love what's soft and frilly

All the same, they married thrice
in different states to grains of rice

tossed about by winds and driving hail;
in the end she left him worn and frail.

If there is a lesson here, and there's surely not --
it's not to write a poem about sand but rather snot.

The resin dust had fruits
Seeds and skins and pots
For putting potty posture pustules into

Don't squeeze don't sweetie
Just think sweetly about clavicle pistons
Pounding pumping pounding oblong registered voters

Mark the chilly ballot
Cast your vote, for this port
Or that port, where poets moor their hulls


(written with much help from the auto correct on my phone)

This poem is awful,
it shouldn't be lawful,
to write ignominious crap;

this verse is pathetic,
and not copacetic,
especially because this line is way too long and it doesn't rhyme.

fogglethorpe wrote:

especially because this line is way too long and it doesn't rhyme.

Bahahahaha! well done!

I thought about selling
out my punk rock CD's
and giving out my keys
to these who break
their knees.

Then they won't be
able to walk to the
door. It breaks the
point. I'm decapitated.
I want a nap.
Clap clap clap.

THE STORY ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE MIDGETS WHO LOST THEIR PHONES

THE STORY PERSISTS
ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE MIDGETS
WHO LOST THEIR PHONES & COULDN'T
CONTACT THEIR CHICKENS

JUST BY THE DIAL OF
A FEW LITTLE DIGITS
THE THREE LITTLE MIDGETS
WOULD BE ABLE TO CALL THEIR CHICKENS !