We shave our legs
we never have a wet dream...
To all the poets on this site..
try and keep up with now...
Strutting your stuff as you go on your way,
At first glance people call you gay...
DOES YOUR POETRY HAVE LEGS?
Yes, you can send it via email or snail mail, a...
There once was a girl called Dicey,
Who spent her time getting slicey...
One step closer and almost there
one more sem and school is over...
You came to this world like us all.
With the exception of being born in a stall...
Rubber necking at
girls in their summer clothing...
My teacher gave me a poem about plums
to learn off by heart...
Myspace is an epidemic.
Full of busty blonde chicks...
My boss is such a stupid prat,
I think I'll go buy him a hat...
As I walked home,
From a long day at work...