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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread

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Ms Duck:
this poem does not quite worky
so please pass the cranberry jam
cant rhyme anymore with turkey
murky, quirky, lurkey used they am

Ms Duck:
ahem:
http://www.jimbutcheronline.com/bb/index.php/topic,14748.70.html

so friends draw forth a drink or tipple
I compose a prose to make Shecky ripple
please hum along
ease out a song
the ballad of the crispy lesbian nipple

(MSD, you might want to Flee)

Ohhhh for saphic love
(boobs well cooked)
sweet as a dove
(crunchy overlooked)

take it away, Blaze or Relic  ;D

angel relic:
forbidden tasty sup
(crunchy peaks)
burnt-ass cups
(tasty treats)
 ;D

Blaze:
Sappho, Sappho,
where oh where
Did you go?

Sappho, Sappho,
searched high
Searched low.

Multitudinous gay guys
when I look
do I espies

But though
I look both
High and low

I have not found
dear Sappho
of double mound.

Should I land
on Lesbos
Island

Should I find
women
on my mind.

I won't do
the trick
for you.

I long for stick
and wurst
make it thick.

Ms Duck:
(cue country music..badly)

I aint got cares
for my fried eggs
mostly guys stares
at my long legs

it's All JB's fault
a orrible waste
his books exalt
crispy tit's taste

But MSD has gotta run
thats all I tell you
boobs as big as the sun
made for barbi que

it's All JB's fault
a orrible waste
his books exalt
crispy tit's taste

she was his fan
so brave and loyal
now we wrap her cans
in aluminum foil

it's All JB's fault
a orrible waste
his books exalt
crispy tit's taste

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