Mother Combs should be trying to write a Top Story She should be penning something to bring her glory Instead, she’s playing with Kelli
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a man from Nantucket Who only had one grey pube, so didn't dare pluck it He washed and groomed
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Freddie was always taking an extra long nap Everyone said it was cause he’s a lazy sap He didn’t care, he just drank his warm milk
I sit here all lost and forlorn Knowing dat somethin' is torn Exhausted I sat Upon a chair it was nat Instead twas a rogue cob of corn
By JBazabout a year ago in Poets
There once was a young American named Matthew Who to which the concept of decency was very new He loved to dance in the buff
Martha and Bill were two lovers with a love so very true They made other lovers' hearts faint, flutter, and coo The two would dance a waltz together in the pale moonlight
The roses you sent, were bright red You spoke words that you never meant That flame has burnt out Valentine's Day leaves no doubt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Ansel was a kid who wouldn’t mind the teacher She told his parents he needed a preacher His father went into a storming rage
Was it the love or nicotine Or maybe something in between Has me wearing seven patches Collecting scads of unburnt matches
I know to some it doesn't seem fair But in most cases when you compare Some don't know how to act To communicate, they just smack
If you fail then, try, try again Or you'll end up where you've already been Sometimes I get annoyed Or maybe just paranoid
This morning I was filled with fear I could feel something hideous near I'd only been in the shower for less than an hour
