Told my dad I wrote a poem about seagulls, and he said he would contribute his own “poetic piece.”
Me: “Rolling my eyes…”
Brace yourselves, good people…
There once was a barfly named Buck,
On whom fate dropped a splatter of muck.
He stormed to the bar,
Cursed bird, sky, and star,
And ordered two doubles for luck.
A few hours later,
Buck got downright obscene.
A fair maiden winked for a tip,
she was keen,
With a shake of her hip.
Buck grinned with a twist,
“I’ll chip in,” he hissed,
And pulled his **** from his zip,
Right?! Moving on swiftly....
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
Told my dad I wrote a poem about seagulls, and he said he would contribute his own “poetic piece.”
Me: “Rolling my eyes…”
Brace yourselves, good people…
There once was a barfly named Buck,
On whom fate dropped a splatter of muck.
He stormed to the bar,
Cursed bird, sky, and star,
And ordered two doubles for luck.
A few hours later,
Buck got downright obscene.
A fair maiden winked for a tip,
she was keen,
With a shake of her hip.
Buck grinned with a twist,
“I’ll chip in,” he hissed,
And pulled his **** from his zip,
Right?! Moving on swiftly....
Poetic ponderance - if his poem gets more likes I have to wash his car ! If my poem feather felony gets more likes - he will wash my car ..
