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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Dec 2, 2011 16:52:03 GMT
There was once a senile old chappie Who wore an incontinence nappy; Whilst eating a pie He let it all fly In his pants, which made them all crappy.
His dear wife was incontinent too And she smelled of urine and poo; Whilst watching TV She did a huge pee, As she detested using the loo.
You may think it’s bad taste to joke About poor incontinent folk. So I won’t mention For your attention That they leak at both ends when they p*ke.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Jan 5, 2012 16:16:05 GMT
Another fantastic last line.
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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Jul 11, 2014 16:35:28 GMT
I have been away for some time (no, not in prison before anyone suggests it) but now I am back I hope to post some delightful nee pieces I have penned.
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Post by Daphne on Jul 20, 2014 0:08:46 GMT
Effing nice.
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Post by England Awaken! on Dec 22, 2019 23:49:42 GMT
There is a lot of incontinence in the town where I live. I blame the immigrants.
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Post by Uncle Rolf on Jan 17, 2020 1:09:32 GMT
A vwry nice poem. I love dirty botties.
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Post by Harry Hogg on Aug 1, 2020 17:55:49 GMT
That arse looks tasty.
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