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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Oct 23, 2011 18:48:52 GMT
I met her on the beach, my giant bride, that rotting behemoth with her rumpled decaying flesh, black and leathery with rancid oil foetid and oozing from her every pore. I thought she was bejewelled and glorious. But as I came closer to stand in awe of the innumerable greedy green flies flitting round. Her perfume drove me mad and I licked her cracked lips against her will and watched her dry eye watch me. She lay there helpless, a snot-clotted nostril crusted over as I touched her one withered dug, taking her chapped nippo into my hungry hungry cakehole, and slobbering away like a mongo for the mother I never really had. (she could be mine).
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Post by Daphne on Oct 23, 2011 19:04:34 GMT
I thought this was a stupendous piece of writing. Stupendously unpleasant. But still worthy of exalting-osity
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Post by alex on Oct 23, 2011 22:08:45 GMT
My God !!! This is revolting !! Was the giant bride called Joan?
Daphne, I have once again smited you... just for the hell of it!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 24, 2011 11:48:00 GMT
Smote.
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Oct 24, 2011 12:11:42 GMT
With reference to Alex's comments... 1. Revolting? I'll take that as a compliment on the effectiveness of my writing! 2. Joan? Who's Joan? The name of the subject of my poem is actually Betty.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 28, 2011 17:34:11 GMT
Do you have any photos of Betty? I would love to see them. Fully draped of course.
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Post by alex on Oct 28, 2011 21:05:57 GMT
who the F**k has smited me??
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Post by Daphne on Oct 30, 2011 2:01:45 GMT
Smitten.
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Post by alex on Oct 30, 2011 7:27:06 GMT
eerm...you kept that quiet, Daphne. I'm flattered, thanks! 
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Post by justfred on Oct 30, 2011 13:25:02 GMT
This will give me nightmares unless I get Chad to give me a double pill portion.
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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 31, 2011 18:57:33 GMT
Glorious! What a picture this conjures up...
that rotting behemoth with her rumpled decaying flesh, black and leathery with rancid oil foetid and oozing from her every pore.
No capital B for Behemoth?
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Jun 26, 2014 18:08:31 GMT
Thanks to everyone for the comments. This is one of my finest poems.
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