
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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I once bought a songbird,
And the fucker wouldn't sing.
I put him in the microwave,
And he popped before the ping.
Once I had a little stoat,
His fur was brown as shit,
I tried to stick him up my arse,
But the bastard would not fit.
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( , Fri 12 Aug 2005, 14:22, Reply)
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