Poetry to reflect your mood.

[Big-Paul]

A Silly Poem by Spike Milligan


Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

[Shirley Joy]

This is my very own poetry


"everybody fucks for money,
fuck is good and fuck is funny,
if you don't wanna spend your money,
fuck yourself and save a fanny"

2012 Shirley™ all rights reserved ®


PMSL

[Curvaceous Kate]

This is my very own poetry


"everybody fucks for money,
fuck is good and fuck is funny,
if you don't wanna spend your money,
fuck yourself and save a fanny"

2012 Shirley™ all rights reserved ®


PMSL

Brilliant!!!!

[wakka]

This is my very own poetry


"everybody fucks for money,
fuck is good and fuck is funny,
if you don't wanna spend your money,
fuck yourself and save a fanny"

2012 Shirley™ all rights reserved ®


PMSL

You've missed your calling...tho I suppose u r alright at what u do.


Only joking your the best x

[amylove69]

Let me show you what I do best,
As I rub my hands all over your chest
I suck an blow till your ready to burst
Now spunk in my mouth I have a terrible thirst,

Amylove69

[Mousey]

The Lost Heifer
by Austin Clarke

When the black herds of the rain were grazing,
In the gap of the pure cold wind
And the watery hazes of the hazel
Brought her into my mind,
I thought of the last honey by the water
That no hive can find.

Brightness was drenching through the branches
When she wandered again,
Turning silver out of dark grasses
Where the skylark had lain,
And her voice coming softly over the meadow
Was the mist becoming rain.

[Big-Paul]

The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn
By Shane MacGowan (1985)

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay