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Previously on "Friday Poetry Corner - No Choice"

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  • TestMangler
    replied
    Said mother tern to baby tern,
    Would you like a little brother ?
    Said baby tern to mummy tern,
    Yes, one good tern deserves another.

    S. Milligan

    People who live in glass houses,
    Should pull the blinds,
    When removing their trouses.

    S Milligan (again).

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  • OwlHoot
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    Early to rise, late to bed,
    makes a man healthy and wealthy and dead.

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  • Arturo Bassick
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    I wanna feel your bum, but I know, you'll slap me hand. Every time I see you smile, it makes me want to stand. I want to kiss your lips, but I'm scared about me breath. I wanna hold your hand, but I'm half frightened to death. I want to drop formalities and let my fingers roam, but me mum's banging on the ceiling, telling me to take you home. I wanna take you to the picture's, your studys in the way. And leaving can be grieving, when you always wanna stay. I wanna marry you this instant, and let my feelings delve, but me Dad says I'll have to wait, because I'm only twelve.

    C. Charles aged 12.

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  • AlfredJPruffock
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    Originally posted by Troll View Post
    It was written on the back of cubicle 4 at the Grantham Municipal toilets circa 1980 along with:

    Here lies the grave of Mary Anne
    F*cked & shagged by every man
    Now she's dead but not forgotten
    They just dig her up and **** her rotten

    By some guy called "Anon"
    Aye Troll

    Good to see the old toilet humour is still alive - its a very British thing Toilet Humour - a bit like weaing slightly uncomfortable clothing to the office.

    I know I do.

    Anyway good to see so many Poetry Lovers out there - Who's Next ?

    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 2 September 2011, 10:02.

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  • TestMangler
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    Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
    PS TM - there is nothing wrong with havng the odd wink altough if it becomes excessive you could always visit an optician
    What do you mean 'if it becomes excessive' ?

    Can you put some numbers on that and I'll get back to you......

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  • Troll
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    Originally posted by DimPrawn View Post
    No, I heard it many years ago, don't know the author is.
    It was written on the back of cubicle 4 at the Grantham Municipal toilets circa 1980 along with:

    Here lies the grave of Mary Anne
    F*cked & shagged by every man
    Now she's dead but not forgotten
    They just dig her up and **** her rotten

    By some guy called "Anon"

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  • DimPrawn
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    Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
    Very good DP !

    Is that one of yours perchance ?
    No, I heard it many years ago, don't know the author is.

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  • AlfredJPruffock
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    Originally posted by DimPrawn View Post
    There once was a man from Belgrade
    Who kept a dead whore in a cave
    He said "Errr, that's disgusting!
    She only needs dusting....and think of the money I'd save!"
    Very good DP !

    Is that one of yours perchance ?

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  • AlfredJPruffock
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    Aye AB

    Good to hear that old chestnut from John Cooper Clarke - and they say romance is dead ?

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  • DimPrawn
    replied
    There once was a man from Belgrade
    Who kept a dead whore in a cave
    He said "Errr, that's disgusting!
    She only needs dusting....and think of the money I'd save!"

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  • AlfredJPruffock
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    Originally posted by wobbegong View Post
    Oh, dear Little Flo I love you so.
    Especially in your nightie
    When the moonlight flits.
    Across your tits.
    Oh, Jesus Christ almighty

    - Derek
    That reminds me ...



    As I was walking down the street one day
    I saw a house on fire
    There was man, shouting and screaming at an upper-storey window
    To the crowd that was gathered there below
    For he was sore afraid

    Jump! You faicker- jump!
    Jump into this here blanket what we are holding

    And you will be all right

    He jumped, hit the deck, broke his ******* neck -
    There was no blanket

    Laugh?! We nearly shat!
    We had not laughed so much since Grandma died

    Or Auntie Mabel caught her left tit in the mangle

    We are miserable sinners
    Fi-i-ilthy ****ers

    Ahhhrrrr-soles


    PS TM - there is nothing wrong with havng the odd wink altough if it becomes excessive you could always visit an optician

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  • Arturo Bassick
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    Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
    Like a recently disinfected tulip-house, you’re clean round the bend.
    You give me the horrors
    too bad to be true
    All of my tomorrow’s
    are lousy coz of you.
    You put the Shat in Shatter
    Put the Pain in Spain
    Your germs are splattered about
    Your face is just a stain

    You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
    Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.

    You’re like a dose of scabies,
    I’ve got you under my skin.
    You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!

    People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
    I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
    You’ve got this slippery quality,
    it makes me think of phlegm,
    and a dual personality
    I hate both of them.

    Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
    Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
    Like a death a birthday party,
    you ruin all the fun.
    Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
    you’re no use to anyone.
    Like the shadow of the guillotine
    on a dead consumptive’s face.
    Speaking as an outsider,
    what do you think of the human race

    You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
    He recommended suicide...
    before scratching your bad name off his list,
    and pointing the way outside.

    You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
    You’re heading for a breakdown,
    better pull yourself apart.

    Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
    Your attitudes are platitudes,
    just make me wanna piss.

    What kind of creature bore you
    Was is some kind of bat
    They can’t find a good word for you,
    but I can...
    TWAT.

    LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE

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  • wobbegong
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    Oh, dear Little Flo I love you so.
    Especially in your nightie
    When the moonlight flits.
    Across your tits.
    Oh, Jesus Christ almighty

    - Derek

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  • TestMangler
    replied
    I gave up w*nking this morning,
    I never thought that I could,
    I'm feeling better already.
    And this time, I'm off it for good.


    K.B.Wilson

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  • AlfredJPruffock
    started a topic Friday Poetry Corner - No Choice

    Friday Poetry Corner - No Choice

    *

    Hey - Alf !


    Aye - whit ?

    From the Conservative dark
    Into the ethical life
    The dense commuters come,

    Repeating their morning vow;
    "I will be true to the wife,
    I'll concentrate more on my work,"


    And helpless governors wake
    To resume their compulsory game:

    Who can release them now ?
    Who can reach the deaf ?
    Who can speak for the dumb?

    All I have is a voice

    And the lie of Authority
    Whose buildings grope the sky:

    There is no such thing as the State
    And no one exists alone

    Hunger allows no choice
    To the Citizen or the Police;

    We must Love one another or die.


    Adpated from WH Auden Septemer 1st 1939
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 2 September 2011, 09:04.

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