TB used to embrace his inner samurai by spouting off doggerel that resembled what was called a"haiku". It is a high classical Japanese poetry form that the tall foreheads and intellectual elite favour.
I now will elevate myself to the loftier echelons of the world's best poet laureates! Quiet, everyone! I must insist on your closest attention and silence whilst I pontificate, bloviate, and orate!
*ahem*
*-HAKAFFFF!!!*
Let's go outside!
Let's go outside!
I really think we should!
Otherwise you'll pooh in my shoe
And that wouldn't be good.
Last night ya pooped in the closet
The night before, the shed
I took one sniff
And that one whiff
Nearly knocked me dead!
Oh my God
What's that smell
It smells like someone died
We’d better git
Before ya shit
And get the hell outside!
HAR! There ya go! Wasn’t that beautiful?
In ya face, TB!
Well Done Glen!
ReplyDeleteA truly thought provoking, creative effort.
ReplyDeleteA hummingbird flies
My pistol is hot. Safety off.
Wing brushed the trigger
Morning comes with pain
ReplyDeleteThe sound of one child crying
Whiskey blunts the edge
The dog does the dance.
ReplyDeleteNo one notices the dog.
Rug stained forever.
Holy smokes! We are ALL poets!!!
DeleteIs that all sex is?
ReplyDeleteWhat, I've been waiting for that?
I'll do it myself
Aesop
There once was a couple named Blair,
ReplyDeleteMadly going to it on the stair.
As he doubled his stroke,
the bannister broke,
and they finished off in mid air.
My head thinks in limmericks. The only poetry that really sings to me.
Sorry, sorry everyone....
It's OK STxAR
Deleteeven from afar
You're thinking of a stroke
instead of a poke
but she'll take it all and your car
Ya see this?
DeleteThis is why everyone hates Irishmen!!!
Especially those two gay Irishmen, Paddy Fitzgerald and Gerald Fitzpatrick.
DeleteI tell all women, Kiss me I'm Irish.
DeleteBear Claw
Well done! I concur Glenn, if hating means jealous.
DeleteGreat Scott, Don't Mind Me,
Gah! now I have to pee!
I laughed and I choked
at your wonderful joke,
and spewed java on my TV.
Your pics are great. Your poetry... I dunno.
ReplyDeleteFarting is fun stuff
ReplyDeletecausing empires to crumble
my blubber glistens
Cheap whiskey sucks ass
ReplyDeleteman, how did I wake up here?
where did my pants go?
Poetry for retards could catch on
ReplyDeleteEven with dog farts
A bomb goes off
I fear that my poetic genius has been sorely outclassed.
DeleteTo punish you all for my hurt feelings... I will NEVER write poetry again...
No Way Glen. You write great poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeware of the brown ski wax in the snow. Or as the lyric from Frank Zappa had it: "Watch out where the huskies go, Don't you eat that yellow snow!"
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