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bones Mar 2015
My green fingered great uncle Maurice
ran away with a stripper called Doris
she takes off her clothes
wherever she goes
and she's got ***** hair like a forest.
bones Mar 2015
When the water is warm in July
beneath the Merseyside sky
he sets down his Pimms
and goes for a swim
on his back to keep his nuts dry.
bones Mar 2015
I once had a friend called Mad Bob
who thought being a door was his job
he was perfectly hung
and disarmingly swung
with a sigh when you handled his ****.
bones Mar 2015
A ***
that
is left
un-
stirred
boils
dry and
stinks
(thank you le comps)
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