"neb" poems
oh she's a ****
the girl you called "adorable" in front of all your facebook friends,
is now a fat, ugly *****
The girl you ****** time and time again
No longer has your lust?
Yeah, right, okay,
And Neb didn't
****
me.
One lie after the next.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
In London, a statue of Neb
is constantly turning its head.
Despite being placed behind glass
The statue keeps showing its ***
Revealing to all who are near
its demands for Bread, beef and beer.
An explanation had yet to be found
for why it keeps turning around.
As for its demands for some grub
It requires a lift to the pub,
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
nebulous mercury, or old neb as friendly namesome, was a longtime salty marner.
one day he was seasonally easing along with the flotsam and jetsons
when there appeared before his worn and weary orbs a macabre confoundment,
the vastly ghastly countenance of a slithering slimy see servant,
a critter that rose from the sea and had to hunch over so as not to break the sky,
the kind of monstrosity you only see in miffs.
he began to wrap his protuberances and testicles around the clig as to make repast.
ohh, dreadful tingers draggled forlorn!
shunned and electrolytical he was, old neb, awash in gloombulches and grovel gullies.
but then old neb snapped to! "Not my chipper clig you don't!" he charged allowed as he fingled forth in fury!
the battle eschewed in the stub of legends. old neb will ever be memorial for what he did that day.
to this very day, indeed up to this very moment right now, even chipper cligs flying scallion bones cut him a big bertha,
such is the perspective they feel for him
no hobo, but a ****** chum.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
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Auto
plushophilia
Actirasty Agal
matophilia Anas
teemaphilia A
utogynophilia
Climacophilia
Formicophilia
Knismolagnia
L ith o phil ia
Melissaphilia
Nas o l i ng us
Neb u lophilia
Psellismophili
a Pteronophili
a Pygophilia
Savant o p h i l ia
*** ill ag nia Transfestic Fetish
ism ********* Vorurephilia
Xylophilia Xylophilia
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Spider spun her silken web
to catch herself a suitor
but flies she thought
are not my sort
for their ways just wouldn't suit her
and then a moth
whilst chewing cloth
said I shall be thy tutor
what you must do
I'm telling you
is buy yourself a rooter
For there is a web
for you to neb
With men you'd find much cuter
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 6:00 AM UTC
I ******* hate both of you.
and there's nothing poetic about hatred.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC