Hey!! This isn't a joke but it's a poem: Kissing is a habit, Fucking is a game. Boys get all the pleasure, Girls get all the pain. He says that he loves you, And you believe it's true, But when your stomach starts to swell, He says to hell with you. 15 minutes of pleasure, 9 months of pain, 3 days in the hospital, A baby with no name. The baby is a bastard, The mother is a whore. It never would have happened, If the rubber hadn't tore. Thanks Sent by Zoe_112 Send this poem to a friend 1 There was a young gal from Montana Who had an affair with a banana. She hugged it and squeezed it, Loved it and teased it, and said "It tastes better than a mana." Send this poem to a friend 2 The Camel The sexual needs of a camel are greater than anyone thinks. For once in a moment of passion it attempted to ravish the Sphinx. The Sphinx's posterior entrance was clogged by the sands of the Nile, which accounts for the hump on the camel and the Sphinx's inscrutable smile :) Sent by FLG Send this poem to a friend 3 There once was a man from Sydney Who stuck it in up to her kidney But a man from Quebec Got it up to her neck He had a big one didn't he! Send this poem to a friend 4 I'LL KEEP YOUR CLOTHES At first when we were dating You would bring a rose And as a ritual of mating Leave behind some clothes It seemed a cute formality it put me in love's throws It had a wondrous quality "Yeah! I'll keep your clothes." You'd leave sexy underwear The type that made you strut and pose You'd toss them in my corner chair I teased, "I'll keep your clothes" Then there came some rainy washes and some days of heavy snows You'd leave raincoats and galoshes I said, "Sure. I'll keep your clothes" Add T-shirts with a beer slogan or an alien head that glows or a samurai from Shogun I said, "OK...I'll keep your clothes" I left you little notes "Hey, my closet overflows" "I've boxed up all my coats!" But, still, I keep your clothes One day you showed up with a wagon And a couple of cheap ho's You said, "Baby, I'm baggin'" I said, "Oh, yeah? I'll keep your clothes" You really blew your stack You said, "Hey! This really blows! What are you? On crack?" I just said, "I'll keep your clothes" You cried, "What am I to wear?" I said, "Who cares? Who knows? You've been a sorry ass affair. At least I'll keep your clothes" The underwear so fine I'll hold for other joes The jeans that are now mine They'll fit. I'll keep your clothes. The shirts that look like bags The socks with ripped up toes I'll use them up as rags What fun to keep your clothes! So, be nice to your ex-girlfriends Watch where you put your nose And be kind when the love ends Or else, we'll keep your clothes From the book: THE LOVE POEMS OF THE FEMINIST FROM THE DARKSIDE by Fembah Copyright 2000 Send this poem to a friend 5
