29-03-2015, 09:12 AM
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Originally Posted by gumbud
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I’ll talk qwerty if you’ll talk qwerty !Tell me when you do sexy skirty
Twirl around and show ya buttocks
Then we’ll frolick in the tussocks!
All this straight talk leaves me puzzled
‘specially when their faces tussle
Swing it left and swing it right
Show me how you get it right
Dirty qwerty sexy skirty
Do the umpty dumpty wobble
That’s been known to send em squirty
And to tuck away their knobble!
That made me smile from ear to ear
01-04-2015, 02:26 AM
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,He sat there all day till evening did fall
He sat there all night and heard the owl hoot
He couldn’t get down and had lost his left boot
He shouted and shouted until his egg broke
The yoke tumbled out gave him a sore throat
He slid down the wall on a wall of egg white
And landed quite softly then sat there all night
His egg stuck together as sun fried leftovers
Along came the kings men and said
You’d make a good pavlova
So up jumped old humpty
And dumped on the wagon
And they took him to meet the King and his dragon
The King said you fell dear humpty my man
He said no not really my Lord but I’d love a frypan!!
08-04-2015, 08:25 PM
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I hobbled along to catch a number nine busI wouldn’t have gone if I’d known there’d be a fuss
The bus moved so quickly and I moved so slow
Just as I reached it the driver pressed go.
A kindly old lady said “ never mind dear
You sit down and I’ll stop the next here”
She was as good as her word even stopping the mob
Who pushed in front, shouting “get back you yobs”
She boarded the bus with boiled sweet like eyes
“Make way for this oldster , be kind to this guy”
It was nice of her to go to such pains
I just hope she doesn’t try to help me again
© RJ2011
22-08-2015, 08:14 PM
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HE SLIPPED THE NETThe old man was found dead on the kitchen floor
He’d been dead for a week, maybe much more
“I hadn’t seen him out for quite a while”
Said his next door neighbor, with a nervous smile
“I suppose I should have knocked on his big white door
But that would only make him turn his radio up more.”
His dog stopped barking two weeks ago
“You’re not supposed to have them here you know.”
© RJ
22-08-2015, 08:42 PM
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From nowhere strode the tattooed harbingerLong black trailing coat flying at will
Straight through the crowd
Caught in his dark path
Slow raised long arm and bony finger
Pointing way ahead intently
Grim faced and pursuing his latest task
Is it me he’s looking for?
Or you?
(c) RJ
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