Reece Kaye Poems
|41.||A Degeneration Which Oft Abuses. We’re Generation Why!||7/2/2008|
|42.||A Gentleman Should Not Always Pick Up A Lady's Tissue||2/13/2007|
|43.||Engage Brain/Deploy Clutch||6/30/2007|
|46.||A Poultry Affair At The Fair.||3/4/2008|
|48.||Valentine’s View Of A British Soap Opera||2/13/2008|
|50.||Looking For Hot Stuff Baby This Evening?||11/14/2006|
|53.||'Mr Blobby Goes To Market! By William Wordsworth||4/13/2008|
|54.||Miss Uniqueverse,2006 (A Poetic Beauty Pageant In The Mix)||9/29/2006|
|55.||Cherubic Chunks And The Cold Light Of Day.||5/14/2008|
|56.||Number Ten In The Toadstool Charts, Cos There’s Not Mushroom At The Top.||9/19/2006|
|57.||Tips For A Woman's Safety And Survival (Or An Exercise In False Bravado?)||3/30/2007|
|58.||Poor Taste Poetry (Not For The Easily Offended)||8/25/2008|
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.
The Doppel Gang
Doolin Dalton-Digby, the genetic scientist
An utter fuckin genius, although permanently pissed
He liked to light his farts to start the party with a bang
Then high fived all his clones who all made up “The Doppel Gang”
The Doppel Gang, when partying, would always end in bother
Mainly coz they spent all night, just mimicking each other
They’d always smash the gantry, knock the bottles off the shelf
Aye, Doolin Dalton’s Doppel Gangers, would start a fight with themselves!