Now, my dad's hungers and thirsts are quite radical, sure It's a vast population wear's the scent of his manure But it seems somewhat judgemental, and also quite crass To compare me dear mum to dad's well plundered ass
Mom's a sweetheart. She IS. Yeah, she likes a good time But having many admirers is really no crime They're merely responding to her unusual allure As they line up from here to Christianne Amanpour...
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Your poem made me chuckle, Sub.
It's kinda mean and abusive--I like that!
Form is fascism.
Poetry that rhymes
sucks.
Of course now Im wondering if there's some fat guy you keep chained to a desk and force to write ALL your poetry.
Now, my dad's hungers and thirsts are quite radical, sure
It's a vast population wear's the scent of his manure
But it seems somewhat judgemental, and also quite crass
To compare me dear mum to dad's well plundered ass
Mom's a sweetheart. She IS. Yeah, she likes a good time
But having many admirers is really no crime
They're merely responding to her unusual allure
As they line up from here to Christianne Amanpour...
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