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Post by johnny nobody on Dec 15, 2011 11:34:33 GMT
sitting on the train in the morning commute rumble rumble rumble go the wheels rumble rumble rumble go my guts thank you wifey for the repulsive beakfast even worse than usual but at least you have a tasty rear and you can't have everything in life pity you never learned to cook
sitting back in my seat carefully avoiding knee contact with the fat smelly runt next to me like reading my newspaper boring old crap as usual david cameron insulting foreigners ed miliband talking thoughy his nose rupert murdoch hacking into the queen's mobile (only joking that one, sorry rupe)
what a dreary life it is apart from enjoying wifey's body I have to hastily add in case she ever finds this poem in which case I shall carefully omit any reference to my girl friend who is a very hot piece of flesh indeed and the train pulls into the terminus and I find I have wet my pants
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Post by Daphne on Dec 19, 2011 15:22:02 GMT
A delightful poem, Johnny, and one which got me quite excited really, I suppose.
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Post by Barry Hodges, Bard of Gosforth on Jan 25, 2012 19:41:02 GMT
Typo in 2nd para: thoughy instead of through (a double typo!) Apart from that, this was lovely. The last line was quite a surprise (as it must have been for you).
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Mar 31, 2012 11:28:54 GMT
I have to agree the last line is deeply moving.
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