Today's poems [10.6.09]

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There was a young singer named Springer, 
               Got his testicles caught in a wringer. 
                    He hollered in pain 
                    As they rolled down the drain, 
               (falsetto): "There goes my career as a singer!" 

My back aches, my pussy is sore,
I simply can't fuck any more,
I'm covered with sweat,
And you haven't come yet,
And my God, it's a quarter to four!

Part 12 of 12
   
                    His bunghole was blown back to Sparta,
                            
                    Where they buried the rest of our farter,
                            With a gravestone of turds
                            Inscribed with the words:
                            
                    "To the Fine Art of Farting, A Martyr."
                            

There was a young girl named Sapphire
Who succumbed to her lover's desire.
She said, "It's a sin,
but now that it's in,
Could you shove it a few inches higher?"

The was a young man from Peru
Who lived on cunt scapings and poo
When he could find none of these
He lived on the cheese
that under his foreskin grew

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