Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Poetry By: comedy poetry

This is a grate bit of righting bye anew fanny poet.

Submitted:Jan 29, 2013    Reads: 44    Comments: 17    Likes: 4   


I live in Lancashire born and bread

When I was a child I lived on bred

Parents I came from everybody nose

Due to the hideousness of my knows.

I bought my wife a 9-carrot wring

Already arguing the next mourning

Went for a burger that was full of mayor

Reported our grievances to the mare.

Failure in the sex I tried to illicit

Thoughts of affairs, much more elicit

I'm proud I've never been with a haw

No need to worry about that saw.

Was thirty nineā€¦ now I've turned forte

To give up on life is not my forty

I dream of being a massive knob

Manner and door with a regal nob.

Musn't be stupid and pass the book

Listen to a story on my "Talking Buck"

I like nothing better than a bit of oral

Pardon me, I meant to say "aural".


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.