i think that poems suck, at least the ones i read in here... written by a sad sad man, who probably is queer.. he thinks its very funny,  rhyming words with poo. he thinks hes really clever but he hasnt got a clue... his poems structures basic im copying it now, he really needs his face kicked, and his headstuck up a cow... His name dear friends, is oh so very silly.. His name you know is Mr PSB and he hasnt got a willy. (his boyfreind told me) The END!

at least the ones i read in here... written by a sad sad man, who probably is queer.. he thinks its very funny,  rhyming words with poo. he thinks hes really clever but he hasnt got a clue... his poems structures basic im copying it now, he really needs his face kicked, and his headstuck up a cow... His name dear friends, is oh so very silly.. His name you know is Mr PSB and he hasnt got a willy. (his boyfreind told me) The END! You're not very nice, you nasty little man I'd love to clobber your face with a big fuckoff frying pan.

posting on alt.digitiser looked hideously brown: i think that poems suck, at least the ones i read in here... written by a sad sad man, who probably is queer.. he thinks its very funny,  rhyming words with poo. he thinks hes really clever but he hasnt got a clue... his poems structures basic im copying it now, he really needs his face kicked, and his headstuck up a cow... His name dear friends, is oh so very silly.. His name you know is Mr PSB and he hasnt got a willy. (his boyfreind told me) The END! You're not very nice, you nasty little man I'd love to clobber your face with a big fuckoff frying pan. Im really rather large, and easily annoyed so mind yer own damn bussines... you freaking haemorroid...

You're not very nice, you nasty little man I'd love to clobber your face with a big fuckoff frying pan. Im really rather large, and easily annoyed so mind yer own damn bussines... you freaking haemorroid... Haemorroids! I'm not surprised you're not sitting comfortably.

Scribbler wrote in message ... Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. no im not Once upon a time, favus gobbled up so much chocolate mousse, their posting on alt.digitiser looked hideously brown: i think that poems suck, at least the ones i read in here... written by a sad sad man, who probably is queer.. he thinks its very funny,  rhyming words with poo. he thinks hes really clever but he hasnt got a clue... his poems structures basic im copying it now, he really needs his face kicked, and his headstuck up a cow... His name dear friends, is oh so very silly.. His name you know is Mr PSB and he hasnt got a willy. (his boyfreind told me) The END! You're not very nice, you nasty little man I'd love to clobber your face with a big fuckoff frying pan. Im really rather large, and easily annoyed so mind yer own damn bussines... you freaking haemorroid... 'He's lying', says his special friend, 'He's a puny little man, 'Not just in stature, I jest you not, 'I've seen him on the can'. 'It's shrivelled like a frozen worm, 'I do feel rather sorry, 'It isn't round, but rather flat 'Perhaps run over by a lorry.' By now my friends, I bid you farwell, I'm sorry to have been so blunt, But the instigation of this running prose leads me to believe you're a cunt.

The END! No, the be-all and end-all is: Eau de Toilette #6: Playground threats I will fight you, for your poo, If you hit me, I will wee wee. Proper poems don't rhyme anyway, it makes it a lot easier to write them then.  Having gone through a teen-angst-driven I am the dark poet phase, I think my Smearing Verse is more powerful than you can ever imagine.  And the Toilet Duck one IS funny.  And I'm going to write a proper one.  Right....now! Eau de Toilette #7:  Modern The poo slid down the wall It stuck a bit and then further as if it were a piece of poo on a wall sliding. The poo was observing life passing by wondering, who created me? what is my purpose? Down the wall, Sliding. A man entered the chamber and sat he saw his brethren falling into oblivion screaming out in pain sliding No cried the poo sliding down the wall No! cried the man going mad am I thought he Poo of a vocal nature sliding. The moral is our creator will ultimately destroy us.  I think. Or it could be of a TV show that is in essence poo, involves, Sliding. -FIN-