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Your thoughts on that Doggy appalls
Me more than their pissing on walls.
But I got your cure;
If you can endure
The thought of me licking my balls.
--- Anon

Trust you'll let faithful old Rover
Give you a good seein' to all over.
Once he's got his bone in
He'll sure have you groanin',
And happy as piggy in clover.
--- Anon

Well suddenly look who appears!
Gearhart I've not seen you in years,
I'll not hang around,
Your mangy old hound,
If you let me scratch your cute ears.
--- Anon

I try to envision this scene;
Frank bent in a position obscene.
T'would be quite the trick,
If you were to lick,
Your own balls; I hope that they're clean.
--- Anon

It's years since you've seen me? No way!
I'm with you most everyday.
I guess there's no doubt
I've fucked your brains out,
A little bit more with each lay.
--- Anon

Yes, Archie, I'm single and free,
And honey, I'd sure like to be
Down under with you,
To have a nice screw,
On a hot sandy beach by the sea.
--- Carol

Now you're free of sexual disease,
No longer will I have to tease.
It's time to proceed
With the dirty deed.
I'll savor you with expertise.
--- Randog

Randog and Carol went to bed,
Where he received plenty of head.
And he fill her night
With hours of delight.
Will this be the end of the thread?
--- Carol

I've died and to heaven I've gone.
You slaked every need, dusk to dawn.
Let's put this to bed;
It was a good thread.
Lots more in the future we'll spawn.
--- Randog

I debate with myself should I duck
This subject or wade through the muck,
And raise a big stink,
When I say that I think
That this was a pure pity fuck.
--- Goin2

I see that the Tongueman is back;
His posting has really been slack.
I guess he's been off
With Carol to boff,
And licking and lapping her crack.
--- Anon

Good God! They all said you were dead
Or wrapped up quite snugly in bed.
The truth is now out
You're back from a bout
Of giving sweet Carol some head!

Not dead that I knowed, but berefth
Of hope and that'th why here I lefth.
The rumorth that path
Through thith plath like gath,
Through my ath smelth juth like your breafth.

What happened to Pete's love so great
That flourished back in '98?
Once Erika craved
The nob that he waved,
But now he hunts teenage jailbait.
--- Randog

I remember once upon a time,
All AJL girls were in line
At the door of Peter
For his bulging meter,
And kisses that tasted like wine.
--- Carol

Not heeding supply and demand,
The lad wrote himself to a stand.
And now, it seem age
Has tempered his rage,
But not female flames that he fanned.
--- SFA

My dear Doctor Petal I seek
Your advice. Though it's barely a week
Since you told me I'm cured
And to D-cups inured.
I'm afraid I've been taking a peek...
--- Peter Wilkins

...At the centerfold spread in a Play-
Boy which leaped from a news-stand today.
Can you guess where it land-
Ed? Yes, right in my hand!
So I bought it and took it away.
--- Peter Wilkins

Doctor Petal, oh will you take pity?
I'm weak and addicted to titty;
Been licking the pages
Of Playboy for ages.
They're soggy and taste rather shitty.
--- Peter Wilkins

Though pics are mere fantasy fiction,
I just cannot help my addiction.
So maybe I need
Reprimanding; indeed
It may cure me if done with conviction.
--- Peter Wilkins

So take down my undershorts please,
And I'll bend myself over you knees.
If you thrash my behind
With some vigor, you'll find
It may cure my obsession with ease.
--- Peter Wilkins

Slap me hard till my butt-cheeks turn red.
(Surreptitiously under the bed
I have hidden that Play-
Boy I purchased today,
And I'll peek at that centerfold spread.)
--- Peter Wilkins

It couln't have been me falling in
For I'm free of all sexual sin.
After promising Doc
I'd take care of my cock.
Was it not my identical twin?
--- Peter Wilkins

You might have imagined it, pet,
It that state of high tension you get,
When you're squirming around
With a whimpering sound,
As you panties get thoroghly wet.
--- Peter Wilkins

It wasn't mad Pete who fell in,
Nor yet his identical twin.
If you've not guessed yet,
Who got you all wet,
Then list to the tale that I spin.
--- Archie

I purchased a good rubber mask
Of Peter. I then had the task
Of buying red scanties,
'Cause if I was Andantes,
My name you would not think to ask!
--- Archie

When tried, it all worked like a dream;
When I dropped in, you failed to scream!
We quickly got set,
Removed panties, wet.
While I screwed, I was not who I seemed.
--- Archie

You'll just have to wait until Sat-
urday; then I'll be free to do that
Which you're craving, my dear,
With my stiffening spear;
But till then it stays under my hat.
--- Peter Wilkins

What? Under my hat? Yes, I know
It's absurd, but my touser commo-
tion embarrasses me
When those 44D
Cups I see, make my hollyhock grow.
--- Peter Wilkins

The problem is people; they stare
Like they know what I'm hiding down there;
And they laugh as they watch
Me adjusting my crotch.
And it fills me with deepest dispair.
--- Peter Wilkins

But aren't you a qualified Doc
Of Psychology, used to the shock
Of perversions much worse
Than the one which I nurse.
And which causes a bulge in my jock?
--- Peter Wilkins

If my Psych advice you do seek,
Then we can't have sex for a week.
The privileged talk
Between patient and Doc,
Requires concentration unique.
--- Ericka

You may feel a bit creepy,
And sometimes laughy or weepy,
But once hypnotized,
You'll tell me no lies.
Now, my dear, you're getting sleepy.
--- Ericka

This is file pol

Your first love was a girl named Maureen;
You were both just shy of sixteen.
She'd OK a fondle,
but you went beyond all,
And sucked both her nipples off clean.
--- Ericka

Oh Peter, I felt we were bonding --
Why have you stopped responding?
You need stimulation?
Professional fellation?
We Psychs call that "Magic Wanding!"
--- Ericka

Now you've started talking again.
Let's try to analyze his brain.
His nursury nanny
Had bazooms uncanny.
(You don't need me to explain.)
--- Ericka

I can't believe we've spent seven days
In this post-hypnotic haze.
But please rest assured
I pronounce you cured.
(But I'm in a sexual daze.)
--- Ericka

So sorry, your treatment must cease!
I've aches of my own that need ease!
Share this couch, lover,
My turn to recover!
Now probe me all night, if you please.
--- Ericka

I'm a satire just waitin' to happen
And poets here rush in to flap, and
They crap and they fart
On the Gingerful-art
That you've posted, as if in a crap-in.
--- Anon

It sure is the edge of good taste
To use up our bandwidth and waste
Our time and our cash.
You deserve a good lash
And fingers all glued with some paste.
--- Archie

I have just declared a jihad
On writers whose postings are bad.
If you post in prose
Then anything goes --
I'm angry, upset and I'm mad!
--- Anon

To AOL'ers you discount your stuff?
Life can be painful and tough,
But to pander your jokes
To those pitiful folks?
They've already suffered enough!
--- John Miller

We do not need all your arse peeves,
And no formal dressing too, please.
The bare minimum we say,
That goes off anyway,
Use clean language folks -- avoid sleaze!
--- Anon

The Lord of the Flies got a swat!
He's a devil! A god he is not!
No way a hero?
An absolute zero?
He surely deserves what he got.
--- Observer

I once had a pig that could fly.
Slick Willie ne'er once told a lie.
Saddam's not insane.
Roseanne's not a pain.
Beelzebub's a really nice guy.
--- Pookie

Pathetic attempts leave me bored.
It is no surprise you've been gored.
Back out of the light,
Till you have learned to write.
I think you had best be ignored.
--- Frank Fazed

You're not twisted dipshit -- You're lame,
Deserving of more than a flame.
We'll shove your free beers
Deep into your ears,
And you've only yourself to blame.
--- Anon

Beelzebub's neck's in a noose!
He may think of calling a truce.
If flames make him bitter,
He might then consider
Changing his name to Bubba or Bruce!
--- Redneck

I passed on your message to Gates,
'Cause suckholes like you he castrates.
And then he builds pyres
Of petrol and tyres,
And laughs while your body cremates.
--- Archie

Piss off with your ads for cd's!
They're worse than the ones on TV's;
I hope you get the pox,
And foot-rot in your socks,
Then get cancer from pvc's.
--- Anon

You've just made a deadly mistake;
The last one that you'll ever make.
For now with my trusty
Old penknife, so rusty,
I'll hack off your testicles, Jake.
--- Peter Wilkins

Dear Carl, your limericks do suck;
Their rhythm, the crash of a truck.
Try hard to be rude,
And more so, be lewd,
And never censor the word FUCK.
--- Jim Weaver Collection

If only I could have three wishes,
I'd first serve you up on small dishes.
Next, concrete overshoes,
So your body we'd lose.
Last, I'd send you off to the fishes!
--- Archie

To you it might sound a bit crass,
Or completely lacking in class.
Hang on to your shorts,
One of our cohorts
Is likely to just crisp your ass.
--- Frank Fazed

Your spam we find cruder than crude;
Once more I am forced to allude
To what we might do
To spammers like you --
The prospects, some say, are too lewd.
--- John Miller

No, sonny boy, God don't love spammers
Like you, with your recycled yammers.
In time, son, I'm sure
He'll get his friend Thor,
To crush up your bollocks with hammers.
--- Tiddy Ogg

What a pleasure to tell you good-bye!
You're not welcome, I tell you no lie!
And so, if you please,
Just take your disease,
And keep it, and curl up and die.
--- Anon

If only you'd let us, dear Daily,
Escape from your clutches so scaly;
Though we scorch you with flame,
You persist, all the same -
Must I ask with my hardened shillelagh?
--- Anon

But in commerce you're clearly engaging,
In this battle to spam us you're waging,
When you ask for donations
For your wild accusations,
And cookies are sent from your paging.
--- Anon

Guess what! I just couldn't care less;
You belong in a pit full of cess.
And care for my karma
Means I should do harma
To fools who just litter and mess.
--- Anon

Devoid of all harshness of feeling,
I chundered at "Piss on the ceiling".
I'll give him a chance,
Although if he pants
Like Cerebus, I'll leave him still reeling.
--- Archie

Defender seems quite out of sorts;
His balls must be caught in his shorts.
His coffee should be
I think, caffeine free,
If through this group, he want to cavorts.
--- RidgeNOrfg

The mother of Malo was crude,
And raised up a very large brood
With different fathers.
She screwed in hot lathers;
Semen stains were all that she chewed.
--- Archie

What they say, they'd best say in rhyme,
'Cause otherwise we've got no time
For reading your crap,
You damn dim-bulb sap.
What you've stuck in here is a crime!
--- Anon

I hope for your sake, Paddy boy,
You're speaking in rhyme. You annoy
By posting prose crap,
You dim-witted sap;
Now go, the peat bogs to enjoy.
--- Tiddy Ogg

An advertisement it's not;
Not rhyme nor meter it's got.
It still fails the test
So do not post her lest
You improve on your rhyming a lot.
--- K-man


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