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  • If my dees are my pees
    And my pees are my dees
    What, then, is my username, please?

    My pees are embattled
    My dees beyond addled
    So, then, am I now known as "paddled"?

    From here until eternity hence
    I vow to maintain this pretence
    And this, despite "paddled" having a sexual sense.

    Yes, I shall let this pass
    Even if you terrorise my ass
    But only because you were the sassafrass-

    -i.

    P.S. Something's gone wrong with this poem. I have a spare eye. It's like a jigsaw with one piece too many. Like that time I mistakenly squeezed a Darth Vader piece into Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

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    • Though "paddled" suits you well
      Methinks a lady you should quell

      Before you snort at this affair
      I remind you she'll be wearing underwear

      Pink and red and green and purple
      But wait, perchance it will be ddurpple?

      Satin, silk and cotton
      But it's the color, oh how I've forgotten

      Yellow, blue, it may be true
      But I think it's time for my adieu

      Oh yes! The color of the panties
      I'll tell you if you sing some shanties

      As -i work on terrorizing your ass

      -sassafrass

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      • Dappled and Capy
        You are both so snappy
        This site has become lit
        By the intelligence of your wit.

        So the question of deep purple
        Seems that of peed durdle
        We shall not shower a scant
        Until all is well with our pants.

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