Author: tkpope

181207

181207
It’s time for some Crosby and Bowie

There was a nice woman named Zoe
Who made men smile when it was snowy
The use of her hand
Was certainly grand
But she preferred giving a blowy

181203

181203
Backing up to the cloud

Sweetie Pea – with me forever
Memories will hit whenever
Day or night – in any weather
So much joy we had together
Our fun scale went to eleven
Hand in hand that was our heaven
Every day I go and find her
And enjoy each sweet reminder

181130

181130
Or Nick Nolte

There once was a woman named Lucy
The gossip ’bout her was quite juicy
Said Ethel, her foe
“Her hair down below
Was shaved to look like Gary Busey”

181126

181126
Disorder at the border

Once more Jizztrumpet is an ass
He authorized the use of gas
Good people shout and scream and cuss
That gas brings tears to all of us
Like Hitler this will not end well
Jizztrumpet you can go to hell!

181123

181123
She liked to get women to plow her

There was a lass named for a flower
Who was full of sexual power
She conquered her men
Again and again
Wherever she went boys would cower

181114

181114
Excuse me, do I have something in my teeth?

So many sounds had come before
But my heart has been silent after
I’d give my ear to hear once more
The jubilation of Jean’s laughter

181112

181112
HB Mr. B

Today could be chucked in a bin
A grounded plane with damaged skin
Another plane but had to wait
I missed the bus ’cause we were late
Then had to stand out in the cold
All the delays had gotten old
And traffic as we got to Naas
We crawled along at a snail’s pace
Then at long last, I made it home
And quickly bought Glory to Rome
‘Cause Tony said to this weekend
And I obey my foul-mouthed friend

181109

181109
He then ate a bowl of shrimp curry

There was a young fella named Murray
Who always had sex in a hurry
Each shag was a race
A furious pace
His sister was starting to worry

181105

181105
Autumn got him!

While walking through the town
The beauty’s all around
The leaves are falling down
And scattered on the ground
The orange and the brown
Mere mortals are spellbound

181102

181102
Lend me your ear

There once was a painter named Vinny
Who liked models both fat and skinny
He frequented bars
And liked painting stars
Then shot himself just like a ninny

181024

181024
Everyone there is so happy to be there

Soon I will be there in Essen
Queueing for a board game lesson
Richard, Tony, Matt and Uwe
Will show we their new games to play
Blackout: Hong Kong, Carpe Diem
I will buy ’em when I see ’em
So much playing and more buying
Pretty sure my wallet’s crying

181019

181019
His first mate would jangle and jingle

There once was a captain from Dingle
Who always was ready to mingle
Each brave cabin boy
Would bring him great joy
When timbers would shiver he’d tingle

181010

181010
My vision vault is never blank

I know I’m prone to being frank
If TMI, give me a spank
But there are times when this old Yank
Has visions saved up in my bank
Of past lovers I’d like to thank
Or boobies squeezed into a tank
And when my engine’s set to crank
I give myself a blissful wank

181005

181005
His own fields were barren or fallow

There once was a fella from Mallow
Who was without depth and quite shallow
No lass good enough
His pillow he’d fluff
And into it wank with beef tallow

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