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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread
j3nnee:
Although I live in the South
It's colder than Mab's house
It's icier than Maeve's stare
And frostier than Lea's hair
It's dropped some odd degrees
And everything feels a freeze
I don't want to go forth
in this weather for what it's worth
No snow like the Yanks
But we still shiver and shake
Mab's on the scene
and being mean :P
Ms Duck:
when dancing wicca in the snow
i learned things were good to know
frozen toes slipped a splits
icicle up my naughty bits
cold as witch's teats still will grow
Blaze:
Buddhist Monks and I
Can chant away the cold
and raise a sort of steam
with brains believing bold
thoughts of hearts afire
whose kindlings unfold
creating credence spire
of radiant degree untold.
Ms Duck:
On wintery night date
Blaze warmed by a monk
steam from his bald pate
she stoked his firey junk
snow melted round them
the went for ol sixty nine
unwise, I must condemn
yell forth a warning sign
listen now oh young ladies
spare your thighs the burning fits
a monks head hot as hades
keep them from your naughty bits
Blaze:
coast to coast
warm as toast
existentialisms boast.
Haste is post
molecules roast
balding pates are the most!
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