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Friday, May 11, 2007

Tourette's Poem

Oh, how I love the crisp first notes
Of nature's blush of Spring;
And how the TIT BUM BUGGER FUCK!
And sparrows on the wing.
When butterflies dance lazily
By webs bejewelled with dew,
And ARSE DICK BALLS! are floating
In a sky of crystal blue.
As sunlight dances playfully
On every silver rill,
The BOOBIES PRICK PRICK ARSEHOLE!
Of the timid whippoorwill.
Lambs gambol in the meadow,
Filled with joy at new day's dawning;
And the SHIT SHIT COCK! on zephyr's air
Will FUCK BUM TIT! 'til morning.

3 comments:

redcap said...

You know, I've had similar thoughts while being forced to suffer through pages of Gerard Manley Hopkins.

shellity said...

I am absolutely pissing myself, and if anybody asked me why, I don't think I'd be able to explain it very well.
Brill-yent.

Glenno said...

Holy Sh*t! Thats damn funny! F*CKITY F*CKITY BUGGER F*CK