Thread: Poets corner.............

who was very well fed.........

until someone noticed his head
Suddenly, from out of the blue

zed put on a pink tutu

Which got Ozwinner calling "You Hoo!"
Zed thought to himself...

Bugger I posted this late
I've stuffed up my mate

I'd best lock myself in the loo.

Whilst sitting astride his white throne,
Zed decided to pick up the phone.

To talk to God he told his mate,
While blaming something that he ate,

For the flatulence that did ensue.

The flatulence, not of the mouth,
But of the opening in the south,

For Zed was wise and rarely passed,
A thought that was less than half-arsed,
From his mouth whilst in the loo.

A constant diatribe would ensue;

A tale of things to make and do,
of journeys old and yet to be,

he thought as he sat and had a wee,

these posts are all as if done by a baby!

"surely" he thought,
as he held the bowl for support,
that with a little more thinking,
and a little less drinking,
this pathetic bloody extended poem would actually make sense.... but No!!!! of course this would be too much to ask... WOULDNT it? Ehhhh ????

(the above is my version of "beat poetry").....

But it occured to young Zeddy,
That his mind was not steady,
as it was when he were but a lad.

So the sense that may lie,
In this poem of wit dry,
Might escape his poor mind - ain't it sad?

So when he finished doing his do
He stepped out of the loo
He then spied his friend Mary
Who was, short, fat and hairy

With both feet liberally smeared with goo!

He said: "Mary, my friend!
You could start a new trend.
With your goo-besmirched plates of meat."

She said: "Don't know what you mean!
My tootsies are clean!
What's all this bulldust about goo?"