Poetic Injustice

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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:55 pm

Ehlanna wrote:I have to admit to not being wholly au fait with the entire Bob Marley repetoire but those that I do know I generally like, with some being in my all-time favourite list (e.g., Redemption Song). I'd've thought that a bit of reggae could be useful with/for the rhythm method ... ;)


Maybe you are more familiar with their biblical epic, starring Wii Ping and Wei Ling and Nash Ingh of Tieth?
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
Check your baggage at the door and bring some magic through your
window onto the world of Belariath
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:58 pm

A bard who loved music and cake
Was renowned for her symphonic bake
Her French horn with cream
Was a positive dream
But her big gateaux blaster was fake
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
Check your baggage at the door and bring some magic through your
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Sun Jun 23, 2013 7:08 pm

You have heard the pimple fountain calling
To Teenage Hell and acne's hold
You'd better pray
It's a light spray
Or virgin stay until you're old
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Sun Jun 23, 2013 7:10 pm

My Munty
wants a cunt 'e
never had before
Mrs Munty
has a cunt but
she's a numpty whore

Mr Munty's
shagging Humpty
That was all before
he discovered
Humpty's dumpty!
Yolk's on you for sure
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Mon Jul 22, 2013 7:47 pm

I have heard
of Miss T Mountains calling
Her fame precedes her
by a yard
The weight they say
bends her to pray
which may be why
her butt is cold
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Tehya on Tue Jul 23, 2013 2:19 am

Enjoyed reading these very amusing, hope you do more.
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:13 am

Be careful what you wish for ;)

I have heard of Mister Mountain's balling
His cock contains a double fold
Up or away, it's hard to say
Important though, the condom holed
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:00 pm

A weaver whose first name was Grindel
and whose family name was McBrindle
weaved his girl's hairy cleft
into warp and to weft
while all the time sat on a spindle
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Wed Sep 11, 2013 8:04 pm

There was a young lady called Myrtle
Who made love to a giant mock turtle
When we wanted to know
Was it 'cos he was slow?
She said "No, when he comes it's like Squirtle"
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:24 pm

I have seen your chesty mountains falling
around your knees; that tale is told.
You were so pleased
with your GG's
but now you wish they were A flat
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:01 am

The Queen of Hearts
she laid some farts
all on a summers day
The Knave of Hearts
he caught those farts
in jamjars, so they say
The King of Hearts
was stuffing tarts
but he broke off to say
that "Royal farts
are works of arts!
I'll make the blighter pay!"

Well royal farts
are mighty farts,
atomic some may say.
The Knave of Hearts
loaded his carts
and took them far away.
So there they stay
hid to this day
and evermore, we pray.
No royal farts,
or Modern Arts,
it's for the best this way.
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Tehya on Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:55 pm

Cute one SB
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Tue Jun 09, 2015 9:11 pm

Thomas Macmorency Twerkington-Twat
Lived high on a hill and conversed with his cat
There's nothing that strange about pussy cat chat
Though Thomas would sooner more pussy, less cat

There's Jack and there's Jill going up that steep hill
They carry a bucket, with water to fill
But Jack has ingested a little blue pill
And he's watching Jill's panties - a view to a thrill

There's many a slip betwixt cup/lip they say
What with horny Jack trying for mouth-nipple play
Jill's overstuffed bra lost the fight and gave way
A sudden lost grip. Jack was south and away

Poor Jack's ended up in a brown paper hat
Jill found herself dropped on the Twerkington mat
Well Twerky's not going to miss tit for tat
Jack's sprat has transformed into Twerk's baseball bat

So Tom has gained pussy, still talks to his cat
While Jill has been stuffed by a dick long and fat
But what about Jack, with his sprat and his hat?
Seems he's quite lost his taste for both mountains and twat.
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Tehya on Wed Jun 10, 2015 11:56 am

Very cute do write more.
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Re: Poetic Injustice

Postby Stormbringer on Tue Mar 07, 2023 6:01 pm

It's been a long time, but not long enough as I'm sure you would say. But here it comes anyway...


On top of Old Smokey
All covered in hair
I found my love's kitty
When I stripped her bare

Her tits were like melons
Her cunt was a cave
I slipped in two fingers
Then one more I gave

I took her on all fours
My favourite way
But I rammed her too hard
And watched her fly away

She fell off the mountain
And into the lake
I hope it was painless
For her precious sake

There she floated some minutes
Before down she sank
I sighed at my loss, now
I'd just have to wank
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

(John Keats)
Check your baggage at the door and bring some magic through your
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