The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small
...
Ingrained, broken glass
scattered on every surface
my childhood playground
...
white boys don't...never
Get it—they still be thinkin
they the better race
...
Good night sweet Allan
Champion of mythic wars
King of tragic bores
Dolt in A minor
...
Iz you a queer?
I'd bet a beer
You'd poke the sphere
Of a full grown steer
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Quiet on the home front
Parties at war exhausted
Their pens dripping venom
Of Scoundrel
...
His Homeynence observes (with great delight)
the peace negotiations between the warring parties:
He empirically believes
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His Homeynence is a liar
He does not desire
Right now to retire
On orders from higher
...
Submit a new poem
The link said to me
So I sat down to write
To be, see or plea
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His Homeynence is a fleeting creature of habit and when the mood strikes him he will open his bumbleshoot and fly off on the tradewinds destined for eternity in the Land of Oz as Mayor of Munchkin Land He be layin down the rhyme...from time to time. Adjustin the flow...while on the go. keepin it real...for they who feel. May the hope and grace, the power and wisdom, the faith and perserverance, the mercy and goodness of the one God be with each and everyone of you)
On Nerdlickers And Saywipes
The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small
There lies a breed of man
Down-under
Strapping boys extolling
Thunder
As ways and means to cover
Blunders
Ignored, decried and torn
Asunder
On knees of glass they kiss
Bemused
Each others bums although
Confused
Which orifice need be
Abused
To satisfy and stand
Amused
The Nerdlicker is prime
Example
Of one who knowingly
Will sample
Posterior vast and
Fairly ample
With his full lips, butt hairs
He’ll trample
Saywipe my bony buns
Oh Pastor
I’ll play the schoolboy, you
Headmaster
Caress my cheeks and stroke
Them faster
No joy denied, no way
Disaster
The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small