Well he did ask.
Who's a bit of a lad
And his humour a bit hard to take
But went out on a bender
With a nose like a fender
And a gap in his teeth like a snake
He's got hair like a brush
( Thats an old scrubbing brush )
With less hair then i've got on my thumb
But its in the right place
Above whats called a face
Though it looks more like
An old builders bum
He's got eyes like rasputin
And a nose good for rooting
With ears that could take off and fly
Not the prettiest sight
In the darkest of night
In the mirror, he could make himself cry
Though he's not a bad lad
Snorting coke's just a fad
And the glue's just for sticking french letters
His brains still intact
Thats more fiction then fact
And his I.Q. is still getting better
But all said and done
He's really good fun
And will stand by you through thick and thin
He asked could i do humour?
And this could start a rumour
But its all about fun not at him.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-29 at 15:41
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And now for something completely different!
Theres a chap in the lab.Who's a bit of a lad
And his humour a bit hard to take
But went out on a bender
With a nose like a fender
And a gap in his teeth like a snake
He's got hair like a brush
( Thats an old scrubbing brush )
With less hair then i've got on my thumb
But its in the right place
Above whats called a face
Though it looks more like
An old builders bum
He's got eyes like rasputin
And a nose good for rooting
With ears that could take off and fly
Not the prettiest sight
In the darkest of night
In the mirror, he could make himself cry
Though he's not a bad lad
Snorting coke's just a fad
And the glue's just for sticking french letters
His brains still intact
Thats more fiction then fact
And his I.Q. is still getting better
But all said and done
He's really good fun
And will stand by you through thick and thin
He asked could i do humour?
And this could start a rumour
But its all about fun not at him.
Poetry by penfold18
Read 578 times
Written on 2005-11-29 at 15:41
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