Who squirmed his way into some heel
Who’d a date set that night
And to the cock-eel’s delight,
Cunt was its very next meal.
HIGH-QUALITY ILLUMUSTRATION UPDATE:
TRAGIC VERISIMILITUDE UPDATE:
Here is a completely true verse about DKW's family:
Your dad's greatest role is as cock-abuse keener,
To this end he sticks a weird fish in his wiener.
The fish come right out of your mom's little flower,
And the fee to go fishing is ten bucks an hour.
FURTHER SPANKING UPDATE:
The sailors all take their turns banging your dad,
But when ship sets sail they feel secretly glad,
Because dad (and his son!) have no feel for the rhythm,
So fee-be-damned they take your mom on board with 'em.
OGDEN GNASHING UPDATE:
Your dad's wonky rhythm makes truck drivers swear
They chain his ass up so his hole stays right there.
He'll do while your mom works her way through the queue,
But if he tried to rhyme he'd just fuck that up also.
HOLIDAYS ARE APPROACHING UPDATE:
In early December your dad takes the member
Of Santa while asking for toys
But when Christmas arrives he pouts and he cries
Because Nick fucks your mom with the boys.
26 comments:
This is triggering on so many levels.
At least there are no squirrels or spiders.
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Arts & Culture.
That's what keeps me coming back.
Triggering?
Triggerfish
Toothpick fish, I think. AKA candiru.
Speaking of triggerfish, big challenge to write limerick with humuhumunukunukuapua'a.
There's a song...
Ha, and what a song it is! Wikipedia tells me it was not released as a single. I wonder why.
Cheap slurs right after such a sensitive illustration of the poem above?
Your dad's greatest role is as cock-abuse keener
To this end he sticks a weird fish in his wiener
The fish come right out of your mom's little flower
And the fee to go fishing is ten bucks an hour.
The illustrations certainly add a dense narrative to the poems.
The sailors all take their turns banging your dad
But when ship sets sail they all feel secretly glad
Because dad (and his son!) have no feel for the rhythm
So fee-be-damned they take your mom on board with 'em.
Your obsession with meters
Is as bad as your dad's obsession with peters.
So what if I can't count,
Your mom always charges me teh right amount.
It's called syncopation if'n you don't mind, but I understand that you gots no swing.
Sailors, truckers, the usual suspects again
Are having their way with your father's rear end
But your mom, she's unconcerned with occupation
So long as you pay up before teh fellation.
So I'm splittin' a side at these verses see,
With parents not what they're cracked up to be,
'Ceptin' of course
As catchers and whores,
Da-dee-dum Da-dee-dum Mom-meeeeee!
There once was a man from Limerick.
Actually, he hates limericks.
Never mind.
There was a young man
From Haiku. No wait. Is there
A place called 'Haiku'?
It was not just a case of spiorchete
That caused the burning he felt in his pete
a fish crawled up in
his diagnosis was grim
now caviar's the result when he beats
The toothpick fish swims
First up teh stream of urine
Then in UR dad's bum.
Smells of lube and poo
Your dad's ass opens again
Yet your mom's the whore
Dad was lubed?
Mom licked the santorum
Made cocks slide well
The place called haiku
did not smell of lube or poo
your mom and you do
Thanks to ITTDGY comments elsewhere, I am now singing AK's comment to the tune of 'Iron Man'.
Fish has a thing about spirochaetes.
Fish has a thing about spirochaetes.
We have reached an uncomfortable understanding.
War on Christmas already? But teh cosplay holiday hasn't passed yet!
"Trick or treat?" asks your dad while gussied up as a tart.
I stare at the ceiling
Whilst an awkward feeling
Is tugging at my heart.
Not long ago that transvestite man made me forget about my cares
But I paid for some time
Of depradations sublime
With your mom who's waiting upstairs.
Pene pene burning pain
Covered with a purple stain
Was it really kinda dumb
to put it inside D-K's mum?
William Bloke, wasn't it?
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