Today's poems [2.20.07] Vote for the poem that you really like by checking a box next to it. Then press the VOTE button to submit your votes. Also, links to poem categories and "Send to Friend" will open in a new window, so as not to interrupt your poem reading.
Part 2 of 2: Then when she had wiped off her bung Of the clinkers that thereunto clung, She would singe off the hair That had sprouted down there, And would lick her twat clean with her tongue.
Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was slightly grey. It didn't have a father, Just some borrowed DNA. It sort of had a mother, Though the ovum was on loan. It was not so much a lambkin As a little lamby clone. And soon it had a fellow clone, And soon it had some more. It made the children laugh and sing, The teachers found it droll; There were too many lamby clones For Mary to control. No other could control the sheep Since their programs didn't vary, So the scientists resolved it all By simply cloning Mary. But now they feel quite sheepish, Those scientists unwary. One problem solved, but what to do With Mary, Mary, Mary?
There was a young fellow named Veach Who fell fast asleep on the beach. His dreams of nude women Had his proud organ brimming And squirting on all within reach.
A depraved old Jew from Estretto Buggered every young man in the ghetto. He once had his hose in A musician, composing, Who said: "Not so slow---allegretto!" (Yeah, I know it's nasty...)
There once was a gal named Lewinsky Who played on a flute like Stravinsky 'Twas "Hail to the Chief" on this flute made of beef that stole the front page from Kaczynski.
By voting you are helping select today's best poem. This helps us provide you with better quality humor in the future, as well as to select the best poems to send in our daily best humor mailing.
Today's JokesToday's StoriesToday's QuotesToday's Funny Pic
S M T W Th F St 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28