Bimbo, Butthole, Tits
Don’t say shit if you want to suck a girl’s dick
A drop of sweat trickled down my butt. Are you alright mate?
My lovely hand job feels better with you in it
Mom, pick me up… The community poem is getting weird again
This poem should be called six seasons of a movie
So long fair well and thanks for all the fish
I’d rather have a piece of toast and watch the evening news
When you go home tell your pet I said ‘Hi’. It’s all for you, meow
The dog felt shame for sniffing my arse. I can’t Fangirl you
You decided the grass was greener on the other side of the ground
Joy like drops of dew on autumn grass
Stay hydrated mate. Once more unto the breach
The first thing you think is the last thing you should say
No Alan’s gone home, Alan’s mate Bernard is here mind
Did you catch that?
This was written by me. Seriously. Completely
Angry when hungry. Pizza
Betwayal!
More than one political poem, the tide is turning
A city that so loves hot air balloons is a lovely city indeed
Go and build yourself a fuck proof bunk bed Finger me if I’m wrong but Park Street is flat?