Reece Kaye Poems
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Poor Taste Poetry (Not For The Easily Offended)
My wife’s like a house, she’s so fukin’ big
With her Bulemia/Alzheimer’s trick.
She eats and eats like a fukin’ pig
But forgets to be fukin’ sick.
Note: Another Favourite Classic joke put to rhyme.
2 Che, For Angie-K
Dancing in the ether
Aiming for the heart
Many try to twist and tease
None can play the part
Yonder lies a maid with sauce
Opening the heads of dullards
Unifying jokes of course
All the drunks spin round the bollards