Poem about everything
 

Right this is how it works. I say a word then the person below me has to write a poem about it. Then when that person has wrote the poem they say a word for the person below them to write a poem to, and so on. e.g. say the person above me has told me to write a poem about 'bass' I could say

My silver scaley bass
I love the way you taste
you spread a smile
all across my face

then I would write a word for the person below me to write a poem about.
So let's start. Person below me, write a poem about;

Wheels

my meal on wheels
how i dread the day you came
oh how bad, it really feels
without a decent tasting meal.

hm thats probably about food more than it is about wheels. o well.

"toilet"

My toilet has a funny smell
since you left and wished me well
my toilets been giving me hell
come back and clean it you bitch.



'German'

i have a friend, he is german
he's tall, blonde, and his name is herman
he's not still, he keeps squirmin'
but for the ladies, they keep him spermin'

flashlight

walking in the forest end
the darker skies, the fire flies
scared and filled with torment in my pressured world
i run to hide, lost all of my pride
in the dark all i see are you lies
turn the flashlight, darkness is no more
reached the end of my dameged thoughts


complete

its complete, its complete
my body, my being is finally complete
its complete, its complete
now that i have my very own feet.

hehe i like this thread.

dinosaur

You're a dinosaur,
you're nothing more,
he wants something new,
and that just isn't you,
don't worry you've done nothing wrong,
he just wants a girl that can fit into a thong.

Tourettes

tourettes, flamettes with nets and vets
dancing on the sidelines of the football game
fame, flame, change, re-arrange.
we can die when we get home says the man with tourettes. flamettes. with nets and vets.

never

I wanted a duck my mom said never
Ducky guess when i can have you? never
When can i get my ducky? never
What was i talking about? NEVER!!!!
Can i have my ducky now? *Never*

Pop Tarts

I used to LOVE pop tarts....
I had chocolate ones but sadly
I dont think they taste as good
as they used to......
I might try them again someday...


AM RADIO

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This mystic toy, the "amulet,"
controls the world just like an arm.
Her wand, her tongue, in Latin script.
A language of unlucky charms.

Does she command the winds and tides?
And playthings, of the world she makes?
Or is the devil by her side
Until she dies through flame and stake?

Next word: Aardvark.

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