Still Looking's Poetry Contest... How dirty can you talk?

Why is it that someone who is always on a ride

always has time to visit us and abide

to tell tall tales of his wondrous full vanilla life

yet he's always on here with stories of strife

itchin is the smallest of many concerns

a few small pills and it no longer burns

what we have here stays for life

no matter how short it cuts like a knife

The results of my research have been eye-opening and insightful. It has certainly paid off. Unlike you, there are plenty in Austin who have helpful information that they are willing to share.

You still thinking were talking but Rhyming is what we are doing

Your research isn't paying off so who are you fooling

Run don't walk in the other direction

Austin and Ally will kill more then your erection

So don't come back unless you can rhyme with the best

and don't come back at me or you'll get fucked up like the rest Originally Posted by homer13

Oh Eddie oh Eddie you talk from whence you should shit

I thought I told you to run along you small minded twit

I've helped you so much, much more then you know

who do you think was such a huge part of what you now know

respect given is respect earned

this is a small lesson I hope you have learned

don't come in here telling us we are harsh

ask for what you need and we'll make sure your not lost in the marsh

Vanilla is nice, its an excellent flavor,
Its not for the meek, you must be much braver,
Those that cry "Lies", not believing a brother,
Who sit home at night, wishing they were another...

You'll hear of their tales, in their strip club lairs,
Getting fucked in a corner on cum stained chairs,
Then they come to the board, all pissed off and mad,
And take pot shots at anyone, its really just sad...

My times really mine, I do as I choose,
Whether here or out there, its my life to loose,
So ride on your train, my Shiny time conductor,
Lets go share a girl, & maybe you've fucked her?

Vanilla is nice, its an excellent flavor,
Its not for the meek, you must be much braver,
Those that cry "Lies", not believing a brother,
Who sit home at night, wishing they were another...

You'll hear of their tales, in their strip club lairs,
Getting fucked in a corner on cum stained chairs,
Then they come to the board, all pissed off and mad,
And take pot shots at anyone, its really just sad...

My times really mine, I do as I choose,
Whether here or out there, its my life to loose,
So ride on your train, my Shiny time conductor,
Lets go share a girl, & maybe you've fucked her? Originally Posted by Toyz

Vanilla is nice it's a wonderful flavor

I also like Caramel and Chocolates a treasure

I have a sweet tooth and that's no lie

Nothing better then eating some pie

I ride the rails both night and day

looking for hotties that want to play

my whistle blows as I approach the light

so get back to your ride there's no reason to fight

we both like trim here and there

I like trim everywhere

I will not eat green eggs and ham

I will not eat them Sam I am

strippers are great even with fake hair

I love to fuck them even in a cummed stained chair

The place is not import, 'Twas just a fun retort,
We both love young lasses, with tight little asses,
Camaraderie is key, for mongers we be,
Whether a john or a player, we've all got to pay her,
The game is the thing, whether for money or fling,
A stripper is fine, matters not where you dine,
In call or out call, in your favorite chair,
Whether you cum on her boobies, her leg or her hair...I do not care.
At the end of the day, they are all just girls...I especially like the ones with neck pearls.
I DO like green eggs & ham...I even like spam
Hell, for MSOG I'll even call her ma'am.

We have a winner !!!!!!! Originally Posted by DIE HARD

It ain't over till the fat hobbyist sings!

Her skin was pale and cold
And her lips tasted like sadness
She was silent like her soul had been sold
She was my light in this world full of darkness

This time it was different as she laid on her side
I positioned myself and entered her from behind
I will not be judged as my feelings are guarded
Don't call me a necrophilliac, she was alive when we started.

Her skin was pale and cold
And her lips tasted like sadness
She was silent like her soul had been sold
She was my light in this world full of darkness

This time it was different as she laid on her side
I positioned myself and entered her from behind
I will not be judged as my feelings are guarded
Don't call me a necrophilliac, she was alive when we started. Originally Posted by Martianman

LMAO MM!

I love great word play, and you caught me by surprise on that one! Good work~

He grunted and sweat as he pushed and pounded

his mission was singular although unfounded

for hours it seemed but only moments in time

his deed unfinished before he would be fine

a thunderous roar he finally started

but sadness abound as he only farted

He lovingly licked on her clit all a-shiver,
The feeling of love clear down to his liver,
While hearing her cries of glee as she pushed back,
He heard an eerie sound way back in her love crack,
He pushed up his ear, and said WHOT THE FOCK?
Is that the ticking of an expensive Tag Clock???

Her skin was pale and cold
And her lips tasted like sadness
She was silent like her soul had been sold
She was my light in this world full of darkness

This time it was different as she laid on her side
I positioned myself and entered her from behind
I will not be judged as my feelings are guarded
Don't call me a necrophilliac, she was alive when we started. Originally Posted by Martianman

For a while I thought you liked them a little green?

Awesome Martian

It came to me as you came, you don't even know my name
you'd just as soon be fucking a doorknob you asshole you
You'll fuck anything that moves and ill tell you what that proves
You just want meat you don't want me you asshole you
Oh you wish that I was stronger and could last a little longer
I get so mad that I could spit and I don't need that kind of shit
You toy with my affection and you laughed at my erection and its like a circumcision
You asshole you....

I call this one simply....

ROSIE THE RED NOSE HOOKER

Rosie the Red-Nosed Hooker
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glows.

All of the other hookers
Used to laugh and call her names;
They never let poor Rosie
Join in any hooker games.

Then one foggy Texas Eve,
SL came to say,
Rosie with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my pimp Mobil tonight?

Then how the hookers loved her
As they shouted out with glee,
Rosie the Red-Nosed hooker,
You'll go down in history. Originally Posted by Still Looking

Not your best work SL.

REALLY WHISPERS? I am trying to be fun and sexy, way to totally be opposite of that...


Mean people suck, sitting on top of their high horse,
Do they realize the pain they cause, do they have any remorse?

Does it make them feel good, to dash someones hope,
Hurting others, as a way for themselves to cope?

Cowards, they hide behind their pen and ink,
Do they hear what they say, do they even think?

Does being mean spirited fill them with absolute pride,
Do they care who they hurt, and how it makes them feel inside.

I guess being mean must be an ego boost for some,
Making themselves feel smarter, by calling someone else dumb.

Before you ruin someones day, making them feel worthless and bleak,
Please just take one tiny moment, to think before you speak.

Kiss my ass!
I would include a picture of my ass as well but then this would make it a threAD. And that's not the point of this... Originally Posted by SpinnerAllyRay

Bravo!!