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Randy's Island

Poetry By: RJohnson

Tags: Humor, Poem


Submitted:Aug 3, 2009    Reads: 91    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Two years ago I went out in my boat for miles and miles.

It came a very bad storm and I ended up on this desert Isle.

I had to build a hut; my life has been very crude.

When a coconut hit me in the head,I realized that would be my only food.

If Mary Ann and Ginger were here, that would be great.

But there are no women here so I have to masturbate.

On this Island there are no steaks, no booze and no TV.

You'd have to be stupid not to see that it sucks to be me.

My boat has a big hole in it and that makes me very afraid.

I'll be stuck here forever and that means I'll never get laid.

Don't ever go out in a boat if the weather man calls for bad weather.

Don't be a total idiot like me or you'll be stuck on an Island forever.


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