He called himself Jay Bloo
that is how he left
me feeling
my stomach churning
each time I went near him
when it was over
I stood up
Flushed
Blue
I watched my life
go down the gurgler
then I walked out
and never looked back
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He called himself Jay Bloo
that is how he left
me feeling
my stomach churning
each time I went near him
when it was over
I stood up
Flushed
Blue
I watched my life
go down the gurgler
then I walked out
and never looked back
A career - down the pan!
Finally I get a dedication and its a crapper. :D
Horses for courses, mate!
lol. sorry Jerry your recent post on matchmaker was too much to resist!Quote:
Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy
Over to you Jerry - I can feel an ode to the 'Toilet Duck' coming on
I wrote a short story about the life of a toilet duck. I will just go and post it right now
it's about time someone writes a poem in honor of Jerry. And what a throne this is!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Haunted
I'm gluing all my empty rolls together as we speak to make a crown
I am Jerrybaldias
look on ye mighty and despair
for my work is best lamented
upon the crapping chair
Oh great one do I address you as Jerrybaldyass?
not yet but if I go for a back sack and crack I will post it at once.
as a follower, I refuse to be a brown noser!
I do so love to quote ozymandias as one of the few that stuck in my head, I feel quite dizzy with loftiness. I can do an odour of chrysanthemums also at a push. Bloke walks down a railwaytrack. train goes past. Industrialisation on one side nature on the other. juxtaposition. Oh how the dinner party guests swoon :D
*whispers Daffy, where are you? I think our great leader has lost the plop, I mean plot*