Friday, April 13, 2007

Waiting For The Tram

A Poem

Waiting For The Tram
Whilst waiting for the tram to Groat
she was smitten by Mr. Leather coat
to entice him to her, behind the post
she loosed an odor that men love most
4/13/2007 08:38:00 PM 5 Comments

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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Just because you're weird and no-one understands you, doesn't make you an artist."

Just because it rhymes doesn't make it poetry. Besides, all poetry is bad poetry.

More videos of squirrels flung across your back yard. Less doggerel.

4/13/07, 9:04 PM
Rodger the Real King of France said...

cretin

4/13/07, 9:10 PM
Anonymous said...

to entice him to her, behind the post
she loosed an odor that men love most
instead of saying "pssst..."
she squatted, and pissed.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

4/13/07, 9:33 PM
Anonymous said...

Though the standing position to Ps.
Isn't always exclusively Hs.,
When the ladies effect
Micturation erect,
They're of course very likely to Ms.

So the gains now achieved by a Ms.
Make her world much more equal to Hs.
But parity dangles
By reason of angles --
A Ms. lacks the standing to Ps.

Sorry, guys -- just couldn't resist.
Hope it won't make you get all pissed.

4/13/07, 10:15 PM
Rodger the Real King of France said...

No poems better than mine allowed.

4/14/07, 9:05 AM

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