Tripe, Nonsense and Balderdash

50 Shades of Green

It's tripe, nonsense and balderdash
But it's raking in the cash baby
Raking in
The cash
Catering to the passion starved
And lovelorn
Who wanna be girls
With their hands tied
And their bodice torn
And it's raking in the cash baby
Fifty shades of green
Cumming from ladies
Tired of the reality
Of being responsible
For their own needs
So it's raking in the cash
Of overgrown girls
Making the dash
For Cosmo crap
Who'll sigh and bleat
Eyes closed
Hand under the sheet
So they don't see
It's all tripe, nonsense and balderdash
As they fork over yet more cash

This is really good. And totally apropos
 
50 Shades of Green

It's tripe, nonsense and balderdash
But it's raking in the cash baby
Raking in
The cash
Catering to the passion starved
And lovelorn
Who wanna be girls
With their hands tied
And their bodice torn
And it's raking in the cash baby
Fifty shades of green
Cumming from ladies
Tired of the reality
Of being responsible
For their own needs
So it's raking in the cash
Of overgrown girls
Making the dash
For Cosmo crap
Who'll sigh and bleat
Eyes closed
Hand under the sheet
So they don't see
It's all tripe, nonsense and balderdash
As they fork over yet more cash

Awesome.
 
'S cupidity
by
Robert Reams

Came nexons, flexors,newts and nodes,
newdars, norts and nematodes
all agrumble o'er the rumbly road
enharkening to the regnant toad.

Quoth he most grinsome toothly,
"Forsooth by Elkar's greenly moons
It's been presaged, and most astutely,
our near star Dab must Nova soonly!"

Up then bewriggled Galisfrake,
a comely winsome Vegan snake.
Quite fulsomely she up bespake
the urgent need to astrogate.
"Tis wisely hissed king toad allowed,
but firstly this, you tasty dish."

* * *
So once becreatured Elkar's caves
lie humed 'neath fateful lava's waves
and creatures all are nought but vapor,
betimes, rapaciously, he ate her
the planet's only navigator.
 
Alice left behind the wonder
When she ended up with a knave
Who went by Jack, and got bent
When the rabbit ran out of time

Without the mushrooms
And the magic drinks
She finally understands
The Queen of Hearts

Remember what the doorman said,
"Feed your head.
Feed your head."
 
I want to write a poem like Eskimo Nell
to show how a sweet local whore fell.
But can I produce enough terse verse
that's sufficiently rude and perverse?

All I can do is give it my best shot
With cock aimed at her round naked bot.
Will it be as memorable as Eskimo Nell?
Only my poor efforts and time will tell.
 
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