Randy Johnson

Randy Johnson Poems

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

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  • 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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