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  • bogeyman
    replied
    There was an old man called Threaded
    Who often wished he were wedded

    But he was too boring by far
    Especially about his car

    And in to time at all
    He was deaded.


    Dylan Thomas

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  • sasguru
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    AndyWanker is a brilliant find,
    He uses his tiny penis instead of his mind,
    One day at school he bent over,
    And his remedial teacher took over,
    And gave him a bone from behind.

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  • n5gooner
    started a topic Friday poem corner

    Friday poem corner

    Sex, Sex, Sex

    Mission for a missionary
    Missionary quite contrary
    How does your garden grow
    A sixty niner is always finer
    Come on lets go, dont be slow
    Diggy doggy, bend over
    And i'll do you, real slow, no really slow
    We both stand up you pretend
    Youre looking over my shoulder
    For a four leaf clover
    We both pretend that we dont know
    We sit up and face each other
    We'll just sit till the cows come home
    I'll lie on my back, you pretend your at the track
    You saddle me like you would a colt
    Ill just lie there try not to bolt
    Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex

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