Friday poetry corner

[suityou01]

Oscar, is that you?

[wobbegong]

There was a young man from Aberystwyth,
Who played around with MFs mistress,
Then he had a go on his wife,
And ran for his life,
After wiping his knob on their aspidistras.

Oscar, is that you?

[suityou01]

Suity....that would be great, if aspidistras and mistress rhymed with Aberystwyth

Well they do in our house

[TestMangler]

There was a young man from Aberystwyth,
Who played around with MFs mistress,
Then he had a go on his wife,
And ran for his life,
After wiping his knob on their aspidistras.

Suity....that would be great, if aspidistras and mistress rhymed with Aberystwyth

[suityou01]

There was a young man from Aberystwyth.......

Anyone care to finish that one off ?

There was a young man from Aberystwyth,
Who played around with MFs mistress,
Then he had a go on his wife,
And ran for his life,
After wiping his knob on their aspidistras.

[TestMangler]

There was a young man from Aberystwyth.......

Anyone care to finish that one off ?


Who took out a girl to play whist with.
When she trumped his last trick,
He whipped out his dick,
And played hell with the hole that she pissed with.

[bless 'em all]

There was a young girl called Lucy ....

[wobbegong]

MADONNA MIA

by: Oscar Wilde

LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe,
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.