A poem

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    May 27, 2012 2:21 PM GMT
    The seashell, no more intelligently designed than the rolled edges of a rock by the sea.

    The ends reached through the circumstance and the laws that govern our universe.

    Whose rules set forth guided their shape and creation.
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    May 27, 2012 2:32 PM GMT
    Roses will die.
    Violets will too.
    This is why diamonds
    Make better gifts.
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    May 27, 2012 4:51 PM GMT
    penis
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    May 27, 2012 4:57 PM GMT
    calibro saidpenis


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    May 27, 2012 4:57 PM GMT
    Ben Dover
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    May 27, 2012 5:01 PM GMT
    There once was a monk from Siberia,
    Whose morals were exceedingly inferior.
    He did to a nun what he shouldn't have done,
    And now she's a mother superior.


    There once was a girl named Louise,
    Whose pubic hair hung to her knees.
    The fleas that lived there tied knots in the hair,
    And constructed a flying trapeeze.

    So highbrow, I know.
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    May 27, 2012 5:12 PM GMT
    UndercoverMan saidThere once was a monk from Siberia,
    Whose morals were exceedingly inferior.
    He did to a nun what he shouldn't have done,
    And now she's a mother superior.


    There once was a girl named Louise,
    Whose pubic hair hung to her knees.
    The fleas that lived there tied knots in the hair,
    And constructed a flying trapeeze.

    So highbrow, I know.


    technically, you need to line break the b-b rhyme as a limerick is 5-line poem
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    May 27, 2012 5:26 PM GMT
    calibro said
    UndercoverMan saidThere once was a monk from Siberia,
    Whose morals were exceedingly inferior.
    He did to a nun what he shouldn't have done,
    And now she's a mother superior.


    There once was a girl named Louise,
    Whose pubic hair hung to her knees.
    The fleas that lived there tied knots in the hair,
    And constructed a flying trapeeze.

    So highbrow, I know.


    technically, you need to line break the b-b rhyme as a limerick is 5-line poem



    ok

    There once was a man from Nantuckett,
    Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
    He said with a grin
    As he wiped off his chin.
    If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.
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    May 27, 2012 5:50 PM GMT
    I'm not walking into one of these again...icon_eek.gificon_rolleyes.gif