"wincy" poems
incy wincy spider got stuck in a spout
his *** was far too big there was no way out
so they called the plumber to set poor incy free
the plumber got him out a clever chap was he
incy lost some weight his fat *** now has gone
now up and down the drainpipes he can carry on
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
incy wincy spider got stuck in a spout
his *** was far too big there was no way out.
so they called the plumber to set poor incy free
the plumber got him out a clever chap was he.
incy lost some weight his fat *** now has gone
now up and down the drainpipes he can carry on
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
.*don't worry, inter-racial mingling is prominent in the first generation of a white dad, and a black mum... 2nd generation? well... that depends... if a woman deems her father in high esteem, she marries a white guy, and her children end up, pejoratively white... or she carries on the splinter fetish... and marries a camel-jockey... and hey presto! a full rainbow! slurs... ******** slurs... let's begin with one... in the north of England... vermin says so.*
i'll just say the uncomfortable ********
that you wont:
Oreo to a *******
****** your ***** all night...
made crumbs...
your incy-wincy spider
of a **** couldn't
get you a one-night-stand...
******* to an Oreo:
so... you think that i care what
******* ***** chooses, or
makes preferences of?
or are you worried that
i don't really want to ****
an Oreo girl?!
well... unless she's from the Bahamas?!
****** make a choice!
hey... **** as many...
what is this innate,
a priori presupposition judgement
where...
where...
like...
i don't want to **** your
women? what's up with that?!
you boast:
now i'll boast...
it's only fair that way...
yeah, and with regards
to the women you ******
i started thinking (as a child)
of injecting human ***** into
the body of a dog...
after all... my best childhood
friends were dogs...
Axl (a Doberman),
and Bella (an Alsatian)...
what?
your best friend was
bush-meat?
****** we can party...
but some advice...
you know the best place
to put out cigarettes
on a human body?
near to the bone, on the knuckles...
it's like...
coupling nearing the bones
is...
a complete hard-on.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
there was a little spider climbing up a spout
someone blocked both ends now theres no way out
even if the rain came down he couldnt wash away
looks like the little spider in there he must stay
his cousin he was lucky of that there is no doubt
when incy wincy did it the little chap got out
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
I saw you last night
in your bath
playing
singing
preparing for bed
three years old
as the camera approached
I saw in close-up
to the depths of your eyes
your deep
deep-brown eyes
and caught a glimpse
into your soul
but after hearing you sing
so innocent
so spontaneous
so free
so absolutely
so essentially
you
I know that for me
*Incy
Wincy
Spider*
can never be the same again
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
charming, isn't she
that spider you decided
to sit down beside
she'll love you to death
spin you a glorious web
and leave you for dead
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
They can't put me together again.
Every day I sit on that wall,
But the poison’s kicked in and I’ve started to fall.
Mary had a little lamb,
Before it was taken and weighed at 50 kg.
She searched and she searched for that little white coat,
In her woollen shawl with its name on a note.
Incy Wincy spider climbed and he fell,
Stuck in his pipe of internal hell.
Battling smoke and rattling lungs,
But Incy Wincy won’t give it up.
She’s a little teapot, short and stout,
The others laugh and point and shout,
Her self-esteem’s boiling, she’s holding it tight,
Pour it all out while she cannot fight.
Have you got me any wool?
No sir, no sir you took it all.
What do you mean it’s all my fault?
Why do your kisses taste like salt?
Ring-a-ring-a roses shattered in the rain,
They are only flowers, they don’t feel the pain.
All fall, all fall, we all fall down,
Three days rotting before you’re found.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
there was a little spider climbing up a spout
someone blocked both ends now theres no way out.
even if the rain came down he couldnt wash away
looks like the little spider in there he must stay.
his cousin he was lucky of that there is no doubt
when incy wincy did it the little chap got out
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories
Earlier today...upon
setting feet out a side door,
a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
and ushered auld lang syne,
sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such as the incy wincy spider sung
(way out of tune) by
my then young mum,
yet clear as day she evinced
unabashed loved simply and plain,
which cherished rarely
jogged memory main,
lee lost in sigh burr space,
perhaps arising some
where (over the rainbow...)
in toto within my midbrain
ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous
I spunkily danced down
Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane
sudden recollection of real or
feigned salad days of yore
blessedly carefree, innocently naive,
which elapsed many a score
years ago poked thru consciousness
so vividly, despite
at nineteen and four
tee Earth's orbitz ago,
hence summarily explore
thyself as an adorable boy around
'pon the onset of incipient curiosity
(i.e. preschooler),
aye did unexpectedly bound
forth like a midsize dog ecstatic
to greet her/his master,
the latter played and clowned
with four legged woman's/
man's "best friend,"
where non verbal
communication did expound
volumes of unconditional mutually
symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic
couched make believe buddies
never abandoned me always around:
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Walking fast on the street and trying to pass a stranger that you meet
You pace right and he goes left
But his left and your right are the same
So you turn back the other way
And so does he
And your paths meet on the same plane, again
Or when you meet an acquaintance,
An annoyance,
Someone you don’t care to keep in your correspondance
And you foolishly stop them, make eye contact,
And say “Long time, no see, Tim”
And both Tim and you know this is small talk;
Teeny Tiny talk,
Tiny Wincy, terse, torturous talk
Teemed to the top with
Trying-To-Remember-Times-Together or
Things-That-Tim-Likes-To-Do-To-Tie-His-Terrible-Life-Together
So you start it with the classic “Jesus, it’s great weather.”
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC