HOW ABOUT A POETRY SHOOT OFF?

My word is...
stiff.
I woke up and grabbed me wood;
twas hard, hard how me women likes it;
Stiff

I squeezed it for a while,
and those spirals of infinity that lay in me knackers,
allowed out a stringy song.
Stiff

When i'm in the box
and I'm done flogging off
me pecker will flop like a florida willow
never to be
Stiff

FlimFlamMan
(Author of most read poem on XenoxNews)

The cheque is in the mail.
But Flim gets my vote. He be THE Bard!

The boy stood on the burning deck
the sails were all a'fire,
the captain cheered the burning wreck,
the Rodent is a liar.

How about we burn this website to the ground at the next new moon?

Man! Thats cool! I'll bring some plonk.
Any sacrificial virgins?

Hey! Let's rename Howard: "Care".
And we can "burn Care" like they do
at Bohemian Grove. We might need a
giant statue of an owl...

I'm thinking something with boys in it.
Pirate boys.

Don't worry lads I'll have it soon.

Green Haired Jim

Hey listen poofy Jim here is a poem for you:

All pirates are poofs
they like sticking their dicks in each others bums
and dance on their ships in dresses.

Sums your lot up pretty well I reckon.

I got a love of life orchestra...

Trance-n-dental parlance effect.

OK. I'm a little nervous because prose is my usual form, but here goes...

The Cap'n put us ashore on a deserted isle,
So me and the lads thought we'd explore a while.
But the tropical sun was hot on our pirate heads,
It made us dizzy so we lay down to rest.

We huddled a while underneath the coconut trees,
When my pecker was stirred awake by a cool breeze.
It stood to attention and then the lads paid it some,
Next thing I knew we all had cum dripping out our bums!

Hope you like it,

Green Haired Jim

Crazy Jihad Jim,
lives in the Tehran gym.
The girls there, they don't root;
So he bends the boys over his car boot.

Now in his land they dont like the Jew;
But thats fine cause I dont either.
But we've got a problem,
because you see they run the globe.
So all you dumb Persians; prepare to get bombed.

The poor old Jew;
I've known a few
Some of 'em 'ave made me spew

But so that be not the law
Johnny makes me spew much more
Tho' not a jew he be a whore

Before this ends
I make amends
A few of Jew I call 'em friends

The rhytmn of the wirds stirs my soul.

Anarychists is heathens
They's gonto hell
Burnt crisp by the Devil
what a wonderful smell.

Them Anarchyists is smack hustlers,
Tain't nothin but meth huffers, glue sniffers and glycol sippers
Them Anarchyists stank of rottin flesh and shatted-up drawers,
Just a bunch of no-good drug guzzlers.

All dead-beat Tenants is Anarchyists
They's good fer nothin.
Dern't work no job, dern't pay no rent, cain't count on the law to help you snuff-em.
So's I got me two mountain-queers
that'll keep Anarchyist Tenants payin,
Cuz if'nt that Tenant gets debt-wize with me
thems two will git that heathen prayin......or thar's gonna be some slayin.

Some call Sarah Palin
A sweet and comely wench
But if you vote against her
She'll bash you with a wrench!

Next stanza, please...

Now that fraud Obama's in,
Sarah is on the campaign again.
She's hooked up with Minnesota Michelle,
And she'll give them liberals hell!

All hail the queen and MPs
Obscene
Children killers
Unfortunate by-product of the
New World Order
Watch the royal wedding
Why not; you're paying for it
Measure of pain
no matter
For the truly insane

The word is 'head'...

My head is in my hands
And my noise is full of dust
My eyes glitter for a while
Then they return to the dark

"Love of Life"

I gotta Love of Life
Love of Life

I'm on the straight and narrow
with this life

I gotta Love of Life
Love of Life