Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Poems I Always Hated

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I have fucked
your mum
while we were in
your bedroom
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and while
you were probably
shopping
for Mother's Day
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Forgive me
she was delicious
so sweet
and so old
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Context here and here.
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16 comments:

tigris said...

Whose plums these are I think I know.
She's shopping in the village though;
She will not see me stopping here
To eat her breakfast icebox sloe.

mikey said...

Ah. It's recursive. And googlursive.

Kinda like an acronym like BNB that stands for Bubba's not Bubbalicious.

Recursive.

Gonna go stir the Bernaise now...

mikey

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I notice
you corrected your typo
in this, the vault copy

Grammar zombie Police
issues warning
straighten the fuck up
or we will send Grannies to Stomp your Eyebrows

Righteous Bubba said...

Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder.

Righteous Bubba said...

Fixed!

herr doktor bimler said...

I think that I will never eat
A plum as flavourful as meat.

herr doktor bimler said...

"You are old, Mother Mary," the young man said,
"You are barely one step from the tomb.
And yet all my friend come around just to fuck you.
Do you think you could use your own room?"

Righteous Bubba said...

I saw the best plums in refrigeration consumed with gladness, starving roommates naked,

dragging themselves through the laden fridge at dawn looking for a breakfast fix

mikey said...

I saw the plums, they looked a bit
Moldy, and around the pit
There seemed to be some kind of bugs
Wetas crawling, or maybe just the drugs

The Blackberries were what I chose to eat
They were perfect, rich and sweet
I used the last of the half and half
But then I pissed in the carton for a laugh...

Another Kiwi said...

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

I was made for lovin you Granny
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you Granny
Can you get enough of me???

As el capcha would say "Puncho"

Righteous Bubba said...

The Blackberries were what I chose to eat

Did they blend?

Also, PARPH.

herr doktor bimler said...

"You are old, Mother Mary," the young man said,
"As I earlier ventured to say.
Yet you frequently feature on MILF-of-the-Week;
You even shagged Billy, who's gay."

"In my youth," said his mother, "I flatted with friends,
And often I pilfered their plums.
The fructose I swallowed has rotted my teeth,
But given me soft supple gums."

tigris said...

I wondered lonely at a plum
That sits in icebox here and chills,
When all at once I must succumb,
and eat your breakfast if it kills;
I'm sorry, dear; I left a note,
a half apology, half gloat.

Righteous Bubba said...

Oh you can't bounce a meatball
So try with all your might
Turn on the radio
Your plums took just three bites

Another Kiwi said...

Those were nice plums
I wonder who owned them
Now they are gone

Righteous Bubba said...

There once was a person with fruit
A poet thought he'd have a hoot
By eating those plums
Leaving nothing but crumbs
And that's why I'm writing this noot.