by T.T. Fugher
There's a thing ahead, just beyond sight
A particular day, a spectacular night
When one fills his vessel up past the rim
With a titillating tequila, or below average gin
Or how bout a shot of Old Plumbmaster's Moon
Or a bottle of 90 proof finished too soon
Let us not forget our good friends from the can
Ol Sweet Key Lightheart, lend us thy hand
Ounces turn to gallons, red cups held by all
Easy enough to answer the call
One cup, two, two more, four
Dance party break down on the floor
Everybody hold the beat...
Render the time, the reason we're here
To slay thy Gnar, to spin without fear
I'll snake your line, now you've snaked mine
Off the c-rail, break your fall with your spine
Ride til sundown, no reason for sober
Put a beer in a coozie and send 'er on over
Have a good weekend, a-holes!
So,Here's the Deal with Ninja Poems
Consider this the ultimate, on-going contest of poet hilarity. Create an off-the-cuff poem or respond to others' with lyrics of your own. Don't take yourself too seriously and just let it go! Consider it therapeutic.
I started it off with a couple of my own classics. I'm sure you guys can do better. Send an email with your poem and I'll post it if it's worthy. Oh, and try not to be too filthy! A little innuendo is fine, but keep the curse words to a minimum.
PS Your mom.
I started it off with a couple of my own classics. I'm sure you guys can do better. Send an email with your poem and I'll post it if it's worthy. Oh, and try not to be too filthy! A little innuendo is fine, but keep the curse words to a minimum.
PS Your mom.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, September 19, 2008
Redneck Pick-Up Lines
I came across this while stumbling the web and while this isn't technically a poem, it's still funny as hell:
"Girl, your body reminds me of a wrench, 'cause when I look at it my nuts tighten up."
"Girl, your body reminds me of a wrench, 'cause when I look at it my nuts tighten up."
Friday, September 5, 2008
Keg Beer
by C. Mi Stroganov
Shiny can, rubber hose
Sweet aroma to thy nose
Filled with ice, plastic basket
Drink to much, get your ass kicked
One pump, two, three pump, four
Bryan's laid out on the floor
Nate's cup, fill 'er up
No need for Seagram's 7-up
Swish, fizz, bubbly sound
Time for another round
Chief, Bingo, Honey McB
Someone's tires receiving pee
Theresa, Cassie, playing games
Nothing like two lesbo dames
Friends, snow, season's here
Drinking, drunk, that's keg beer
The Beaver that Got Away
by C. Yer Peach
I hunt squirrel and I hunt deer
I've bagged ten roosters in a year
I hunt goat and I hunt pig
I'd hunt Rosie if she weren't so big
I hunt oxen and I hunt cow
If I spot a turtle, my gun goes POW
I've hunted rabbits in a carrot patch
I beat bigfoot in a wrestling match
I hunt doe and I hunt stag
But there's one thing I can't bag
It's small and furry and I hate to say
It's the beaver that got away
I've searched high and I've searched low
I've searched the pants of a two-bit ho
That pesky beaver eludes me yet
But I'll bag it someday you can bet
I'll ram my barrell down it's throat
And unleash hell until it chokes
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