UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
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May I write about wanting to Dom(me)?
Sounds interesting
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May I write about wanting to Dom(me)?
May I write about wanting to Dom(me)?
How submissive
..
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
How submissive
..
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.
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
kisses your avatar said nothing for the huge dump I just took on an 8x10, iconography, going to call it 'Hairy nice day'lol
that certainly conveyed the discomfort of word-constipation - i feel your pain
Magnetron your new subject is 'if I had a million dollars'!
better than 'turd splurge'kisses your avatar said nothing for the huge dump I just took on an 8x10, iconography, going to call it 'Hairy nice day'
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!
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
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!
Wanna play?
I'll bite, but may be slow in responding
Wanna play?
i'll play (if i can find the words), annie, so hit me up
I'll play, too