Creative rhyming

The flag swang where it hang, limp as boomerang
and he rang for meringue, feeling suddenly peckish.

Sorry Chris - Can't follow that one. Sounds too kinky for me. :p

Oh, what the heck:

His Zing went Zang 'cause he should have checked which

meringue they were getting as it turned out to be eggplant
 
Jaques use ta blague, of being potentially spam
Out from Vietnam, where the vixens are mixin'
 
"But I don't Like SPAM!", yelled President Nixon

Right before he collapsed and died. Funny, but no-one cried.
 
except for the man with salt in his eye,
and the lady with needles in her pins
 
And defending his turf (for all that is worth) is pinned down, shouts "remember the alley, Mo
But Mo can't be needled, and trapped in ze meedle, she yells back "Santa Anna's a fag"
 
Anna swings, but doesn't swing that way
And Mo's M.O is more butch than cassidy
 
Mo relaxed so much she has gone full monty
The others are not as comfortable with full frontal nudity
 
And blame it on crudity, deliberate lewdty
And besides; better to have something to be shown off
 
Though you'll snicker and snigger at such adult noise
Far, far better just to suck it and see
 
But you shouldn't get stuck into trusting to luck, in a state where you need to stand free,
And the bravest will duck, when muck is achuck, if companionship seeks a release
 
Where does that get you! Nowhere fast, if you flaming please,

Like rhinoplasty on a nasty striped lino

(re-edited to accommodate Chris' insertion incursion, but it still makes no sense at all :) )
 
After my excursion of the sexual version, under a tree, hit up by a wino

The tree was apple, one fell a pomum & then he was dead and it started me thinking...
 
Velocity apple struck head on its landing
Was to square of the height of the tree quite proportional
 

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