Molly was a diva of opera,
Who's behavior was often improperer,
Her cries of glee,
Would Register top C,
And no man could ever stopper 'er.
Molly was a diva of opera,
Who's behavior was often improperer,
Her cries of glee,
Would Register top C,
And no man could ever stopper 'er.
ay up
Some fellows enjoy feeding trolls
Fresh meat with sweet cinnamon rolls.
To aid evil elves
Gets them high on themselves;
Hallelujah, amen, bless their souls.
When those mood swings pop up, as they would,
Then the world acts the way that it should.
When they crash, well, they crash
Like a rock loves to splash
Like a splash loves to cover you good.
Anon comes the month of November,
When all good folk turkeys dismember;
It brings families closest,
Avoids psittacosis,
And it IS us or them, please remember.
Stella really loves halloween night,
being able to give kids a fright.
As she waits by the door
in her costume, it's sure
they will scream at the horrible sight.
I got no costumers this season:
Neither goblins nor grues came a-teasin'.
But I laugh at the trickers
And this big bag of Snickers
For an elf (that's myself) is the reason.
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 11-06-2016 at 02:49 PM.
A young witch got banned from the coven
For being too groomed and un-common
The wart on her nose,
And the hair twixt her toes,
she often would pamper and cozen
ay up
Said the wart to the pimple, oh dear!
You can't set up home over here.
How can you be scary?
You're not even hairy!
So go on, foul spot, disappear!
I have warts I can easily see.
I have warts living happy and free.
I have warts on my rear.
On my warts, warts appear.
All are friends, since no others want me.
Over the years with the air fresh or stale,
Overland with my feet as a sail
It seems I got where
I was meant to out there
But the best part of all was that trail.
Since my wife went abroad I ain't eatin':
I just stare at my coffee repeatin'
That I harbor no wishes
For the doin' of dishes;
Oh alack! Would my blackness she'd sweeten!
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 11-14-2016 at 07:55 PM.
A rich White House hopeful called Trump
Spent millions out on the stump
He would constantly pillory
His opponent called Hillary
And into the White House did jump.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
My dream was to be President,
But where dreams go my dream also went.
So I flushed. Let it go.
Watch it circle real slow.
Hear the gurgling and turn on the vent.
There was an electoral college
That spoke of our founders' foreknowledge:
Despite larger centers
(So said our inventors)
Flint, Michigan shall be acknowledged!
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 11-24-2016 at 08:55 AM.
All my debt clings with fear on the ride
Though my income’s blown off by the slide.
If the world would end
Around some new bend,
I’d be fine, but there’s nowhere to hide.
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