Randy Johnson

Randy Johnson Poems

521. 40 Days And 40 Nights 11/6/2007
522. Selena 4/25/2007
523. Whooped By A Kindergartner 9/16/2005
524. Lousy Pilot 9/13/2006
525. Dumbass 9/4/2006
526. Money Tree 8/23/2006
527. Donkey Kong Junior 12/17/2007
528. I'Ll Be There To Hold Your Hand 6/4/2007
529. You'Re Living In Paradise 4/30/2006
530. French 9/17/2005
531. My Stinking Honda 9/14/2005
532. Philanthropist 9/6/2005
533. Deer Hunting 10/21/2007
534. Perseverance 10/19/2007
535. Don'T Commit Suicide 12/6/2010
536. Returning Food 4/26/2008
537. Batman 3/9/2008
538. Burger 2/11/2008
539. Everybody Deserves A Second Chance 12/16/2007
540. 4 A.M. 2/23/2007
541. Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Dumb 8/2/2006
542. Like The Boy Who Cried Wolf 8/10/2006
543. The Good Samaritan 2/22/2007
544. Symbol Of Love 1/16/2008
545. A Day Of Bad Luck 9/7/2005
546. 100 Dogs 11/28/2007
547. I'M Spider-Man 4/23/2007
548. You Got My Sister Pregnant 10/24/2006
549. Frankenstein's Monster 12/22/2010
550. A Date With Pamela Anderson 9/3/2005
551. Ebenezer Scrooge 12/25/2011
552. Xbox 360 8/5/2006
553. 800 Pounds 10/11/2006

Comments about Randy Johnson

  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/29/2006 9:53:00 PM)

    X Ray Glasses,

    Hey I really liked this, such a fun poem, something I am sure all teenage boys

    wished they had, had at one time or another...

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Best Poem of Randy Johnson

800 Pounds

Two years ago I ruined my life when I got a bride.
She's 6'4' tall and about ten feet wide.
She weighs 800 pounds and I married her when I was drunk.
She eats and eats and my bank account has significantly shrunk.
She rolled over on me in bed and broke fifteen of my bones.
I wish she'd pack her bags and leave me on my own.
She's mean, she has warts on her face and it's tearing me apart.
When we go out in public, she always farts.
When she passes gas, it's louder than TNT and it really stinks.
I should've listened to my parents when they told me never to drink.

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Yellow Pocket Bike

I love cruising on my yellow pocket bike.
As I ride down the road, I love what it feels like.
It has a semi-automatic transmission with four gears.
The sound of its engine is music to my ears.
My bike is small but it has 70 CCs of power.
It will go up to fifty miles per hour.
But I never go fast.
I treat this bike like a baby because I want it to last.
Parents should exercise caution because these bikes aren't toys.

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