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The Bird Man Of The Bramble - a poem by Maestroreich

 

On a summer's afternoon through a meadow I did walk

When I heard the sound of the mystical falcon squawk

I take a look around and there's no one else in sight

I think to myself that this bird's gonna take a special flight

 

So I loosen my belt and throw some seed down my pants

Just hoping, hoping this winged creature will take a chance

Come to me my avian friend, will you pass the test?

Fly down to me and make home in your new love nest.

 

Trust me when I say this feeling is like no other

Against my genitals it's wings did flutter

Let me ask you : Is it wrong? Is it right?

That my sexual preference are birds of flight

 

So now I ask where do I go from here?

Is it possible to fuck a flamingo in the ear?

Or do all birds have wings to escape my love?

Because I'd even bone a penquin if push come to shove.

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This one is called "Turtle Power".

 

 

Chat is a wonderful place,

where even I'm accepted.

Full of chat about STIs,

four turtles stand erected.

 

One does April how he likes it,

as nunchucks swing about.

Krang unzips another one,

and takes him in his mouth.

 

Turtle Power.

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This one is called "Turtle Power".

 

 

Chat is a wonderful place,

where even I'm accepted.

Full of chat about STIs,

four turtles stand erected.

 

One does April how he likes it,

as nunchucks swing about.

Krang unzips another one,

and takes him in his mouth.

 

Turtle Power.

I've just shed a tear. I've watched the video your referencing a few times since then sadly enough. Fucking Krang ...

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Kevin Scott Nash, the Wizard of Oz,

I'm writing a poem for you, just because.

You've been future endeavoured but not forgotten,

Unlike the short WCW run of Axl Rotten.

 

The master of the Jacknife, you pull them up high,

Then thrust them into the mat like they're poontang pie.

We can smell what you're cooking, way more than The Rock,

And that puny little Punk, what an Indyfied cock.

 

You used to be Vegas, then Wolfpac for life,

That time was too sweet, even more for your wife.

Now here when we need you, teaching lessons to all,

We needed someone cool and you answered the call.

 

It may have been short but the Universe knows

All we need is a big man, not a Cena who blows.

HHH is the game, but which one does he play?

Taking Vince up the arse sounds a little too gay.

 

Seems like this ship is sinking quicker than the Dawn Treader,

So what sense does it make to release Super Shredder?

Driving Angle to drink and Matt Hardy to eat,

Let's just hope no more matches involve eating feet.

 

So our product returns to the five knuckle shuffle,

All those insider references causing kerfuffle.

Yet the ratings don't change, Raw is nothing but gash,

We all know what we need is a Big Sexy NASH!

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Hmm, the idea started off well but kind of went to shit quickly, but fuck it, I present The Night Before....

 

 

Twas the night before P and C, and another letter you mustn

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William Regal,

Lovely man,

William Regal,

worked in Japan,

William Regal,

saved my thread,

William Regal,

look at her Bristols,

William Regal,

give him a clap,

William Regal,

did some rap

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