Said a dainty young whore named Miss Meggs, "The men like to spread my two legs, Then slip in between, If you know what I mean, And leave me the white of their eggs."
There was a young man from Bellaire Who was screwing his girl on the stair. But the banister broke, So he doubled his stroke, And finished her off in mid-air.
Drink I fell in love with a dry martini But now she`s gone And passed away... Or rather, passed right through me. After that, I drank some coffee So momentarily I found sobriety She made me high She gave me kicks She made me ill I was only six! © 1989 Peter Hughes. Sent by Pete Hughes
The Very Very Untitled Poem To you I write this poem of nonsense My back is aching, my shoulders, tense My R.S.I. is D.O.A. Q.E.D. I.Q. O.K. My temper frayed, about to snap I am the king of talking crap I try to do the best I can I`m worse than David Letterman! I watch TV to ease the friction Of this internet addiction But to my dismay, I find I cannot leave the net behind The world wide web calls to me Like a mermaid siren in the cyber-sea. Like watching "Twin Peaks", I`ve lost the plot I`ve been writing for weeks and this is all I got. With liquid refreshment as my inspiration Just cider that`s been through refrigeration Talkin` `bout my generation. Pen to paper. Fingers on the keyboard. Makes no difference. I`m still bored. Light goes on if you pull the cord Which payment plan can I afford? Eat ice cream with some toffee fudge "Robot" is the Czech word for "drudge". I, robot. I scream! Never mind. It doesn`t matter I eat and drink and just get fatter Excuse my ramblings. Now, I`ll cease. And leave you lot in peace ;~) © 1999 Peter Hughes Sent by Pete Hughes
Mary had a little sheep, And with the sheep she went to sleep, The sheep turned out to be a ram, Now Mary has a little lamb.
