by Eve Roper |
Categories:
bird, old,
Night Owl
While flying over a little new town
A nice friendly place called Hooters I found
It must have been opened for owls like me
For my large eyes to roll at what to see
A big building of large red stone and bricks
Full of big plump young good looking stacked chicks
A favorite hangout after sundown
Judging from all the hoots and other sounds
Tonight this old bird will give it a try
I will hoot the hoot and have some stir-fry
The nice environmentalist love me
Now I don't have to sit in this old tree
2/15/2016
by Randy Johnson |
Categories:
angst, family, funny, me,
(This is a fictional poem)
When I was eight, I accidentally saw my aunt naked and now I'm scarred for life.
I've never been able to make love and I'll never have a wife.
My aunt weighs 600 pounds and she has three breasts.
Just remembering those sagging hooters gets me depressed.
I've seen ten girls naked but I never got an ********.
I can't get the image of my aunt's flabby ### out of my mind so those ladies got
nothing from me but rejections.
I know that I'll never be able to have sex and it's really scary.
It's because of my aunt's flabby body and her legs that were dirty and hairy.