"pantsy" poems
See, see the tiny sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Tony do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel churned.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your giffengididdle ****** growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your pantsy potting shed
Smells of ******
Everything under the big tiny sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
There's a Quazooy on the loosey!
In my roomy there is. No fooey.
No fooey a Quazooy, loosey, really?
What's the Quazooy do-y?
Silly Quazooy dancey on deskies.
Dancey, Nancy, fancy pantsies!
Quazooy, want somey Tutti fruity?
Snooty Quazooy no eaty fruity.
What do-y Quazooy wanty?
"No eaty," said droopy Quazooy.
Quazooy sicky? Have the fluy?
"Quazooy no more fancy Dancey.
Quazooey needy tummy rubby."
Awe-y, cutie Quazooy no more dancey,
no eaty fruity, likey tummy rubby.
Now Quazooey tummy grumbly,
Facey lookies redy and crumbly.
Few wee! Quazooey now I knowy!
No more desky fancy dacey,
Not Tutti fruity, 'cause youy
wenty tooty in your pantsies!
Now Quazooy once morey dancey.
Fancy Nacey pantsy dancey.
Luvy Quazooy nowy not ooyie!
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Look at you all pantsy Fants and dah Dee la
Itching your teeth drying your eyes Wiring Some Cash
and clicking your camara
a baby aimed for the world at large
reformed gormless
and clean for fresh intelligence
Look at you all lancing the breeze and cancer free
Bewitching the trials of your enemies
financed and careering
a duchess with ease
on the leash of some tremendous villainy
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC