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May I write about wanting to Dom(me)? ;)

How submissive :eek:
..
I hate crockery music
it leaves me in shards
trying to play some kind of rockery
only to find my instrument cracks right away
soon as the jam's started it ends with a crash
 
Sure if anyone wants to play :) You can start us off with a poem any style about the genre of music that you don't like ......... and why! :)

This isn't especially funny, but it's all my muse had in stock:

In the beginning there was the blues, and the blues was school,
and we saw that it was good.
We studied 'til the blisters came.
We hearkened to the prophets, Bird and Miles,
and sought their blessing for our R&B.
But then there came a time
when some disdained the lore.
Many took the stage
with attitude in place of chops.
They snarled, we need no stinkin' groove.
Some cast aside the drummer,
the beating heart of mojo,
for shiny, dead machines.
They sang like throat-infected demons
or bland suburbanites.
We bluesmen sighed and turned away.
 
This isn't especially funny, but it's all my muse had in stock:

In the beginning there was the blues, and the blues was school,
and we saw that it was good.
We studied 'til the blisters came.
We hearkened to the prophets, Bird and Miles,
and sought their blessing for our R&B.
But then there came a time
when some disdained the lore.
Many took the stage
with attitude in place of chops.
They snarled, we need no stinkin' groove.
Some cast aside the drummer,
the beating heart of mojo,
for shiny, dead machines.
They sang like throat-infected demons
or bland suburbanites.
We bluesmen sighed and turned away.
..
All hail the blusmen, sha na na na, sha na na na, hey hey
 
This isn't especially funny, but it's all my muse had in stock:

In the beginning there was the blues, and the blues was school,
and we saw that it was good.
We studied 'til the blisters came.
We hearkened to the prophets, Bird and Miles,
and sought their blessing for our R&B.
But then there came a time
when some disdained the lore.
Many took the stage
with attitude in place of chops.
They snarled, we need no stinkin' groove.
Some cast aside the drummer,
the beating heart of mojo,
for shiny, dead machines.
They sang like throat-infected demons
or bland suburbanites.
We bluesmen sighed and turned away.

Don't have to be funny in here, that's a different thread :)
 
Don't have to be funny in here, that's a different thread :)

Good, 'cause.
I feel constipated;
the words won't come
impacted metaphor's such a pain,
a fart's still a fart until the underwear's stained,
even a tiny turds a tremendous strain,
so i'll give in, take this shit out on blank canvas
 
Good, 'cause.
I feel constipated;
the words won't come
impacted metaphor's such a pain,
a fart's still a fart until the underwear's stained,
even a tiny turds a tremendous strain,
so i'll give in, take this shit out on blank canvas

Gah, that imagery's a bit too vivid!
 
Good, 'cause.
I feel constipated;
the words won't come
impacted metaphor's such a pain,
a fart's still a fart until the underwear's stained,
even a tiny turds a tremendous strain,
so i'll give in, take this shit out on blank canvas

lol

that certainly conveyed the discomfort of word-constipation - i feel your pain :D
 
lol

that certainly conveyed the discomfort of word-constipation - i feel your pain :D
:cattail: kisses your avatar :) said nothing for the huge dump I just took on an 8x10, iconography, going to call it 'Hairy nice day'
 
Magnetron your new subject is 'if I had a million dollars'!

My apologies for this being two years late

If I had a million dollars
Hmmm ..... what would I do? .....
I know!

I'd treat Harry and Butters to
an impromptu wedding date

and perhaps a honeymoon
to Belize or Kokomo

so they could finally be married
no longer hassled
harried
hurried into tying the knot
by that butfor named Lancecastor
the one track minded snot-nosed forum bot
who seems so tormented by the wait

You may ask
what's a "butfor" ?

It's for pooping, Silly!

Uh-oh
I think this poem just went willy-nilly

What the hell
Now with most of my million dollars spent
Into a fountain I'll shall pitch my very last cent
One penny
is all it takes
not many!
Let it be my true gift to you both

a Wishing-You-Well

Ack!
Quoth the Raven
Nevermore!
 
:cattail: kisses your avatar :) said nothing for the huge dump I just took on an 8x10, iconography, going to call it 'Hairy nice day'
better than 'turd splurge' :D
My apologies for this being two years late

If I had a million dollars
Hmmm ..... what would I do? .....
I know!

I'd treat Harry and Butters to
an impromptu wedding date

and perhaps a honeymoon
to Belize or Kokomo

so they could finally be married
no longer hassled
harried
hurried into tying the knot
by that butfor named Lancecastor
the one track minded snot-nosed forum bot
who seems so tormented by the wait

You may ask
what's a "butfor" ?

It's for pooping, Silly!

Uh-oh
I think this poem just went willy-nilly

What the hell
Now with most of my million dollars spent
Into a fountain I'll shall pitch my very last cent
One penny
is all it takes
not many!
Let it be my true gift to you both

a Wishing-You-Well

Ack!
Quoth the Raven
Nevermore!

aw :heart::heart:

not sure money can cut through all the red tape formalities we have to navigate, but thankyou for the wishes :kiss:
 
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Good, 'cause.
I feel constipated;
the words won't come
impacted metaphor's such a pain,
a fart's still a fart until the underwear's stained,
even a tiny turds a tremendous strain,
so i'll give in, take this shit out on blank canvas

Passes the Poetic Ex-Lax :)
 
My apologies for this being two years late

If I had a million dollars
Hmmm ..... what would I do? .....
I know!

I'd treat Harry and Butters to
an impromptu wedding date

and perhaps a honeymoon
to Belize or Kokomo

so they could finally be married
no longer hassled
harried
hurried into tying the knot
by that butfor named Lancecastor
the one track minded snot-nosed forum bot
who seems so tormented by the wait

You may ask
what's a "butfor" ?

It's for pooping, Silly!

Uh-oh
I think this poem just went willy-nilly

What the hell
Now with most of my million dollars spent
Into a fountain I'll shall pitch my very last cent
One penny
is all it takes
not many!
Let it be my true gift to you both

a Wishing-You-Well

Ack!
Quoth the Raven
Nevermore!

Wait, wait! Is there enough money in the pot to lay on a Member's Coach?!
Oh and :caning: for being late!
 
Re: Unfastening a bra!

Thou needest not

Thou needest not
bra for thine bosom
is perfection personified
and your firm breasts need
neither support nor restraint, standing
firm with no need of underwire cages, trusses
or other such bindings, evocatively
terminating your exquisite
décolletage, to almost
reveal your areolae
and pert nipples.


Ahh the transient perfection
of youth, drawing fawning glances of young bucks
and sighs from dirty old men.
 
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