Emotions: a poem(with roses and sad)
July 15th 2007 07:45
My how long is my arse
how long is my arse?
It is so long and yet so short
Nearly too short for you
Oh, Why could you not see?
Was it because you were
Blinded?
Blinded by your fingers
In your ears
Could you not see
Because of my arse?
My short little
arse
Or was it the poo
on your fingers that made its way into your nasal tract rendering you incapable of smelling
the sweet
sweet roses
of
me...
...
how long is my arse?
It is so long and yet so short
Nearly too short for you
Oh, Why could you not see?
Was it because you were
Blinded?
Blinded by your fingers
In your ears
Could you not see
Because of my arse?
My short little
arse
Or was it the poo
on your fingers that made its way into your nasal tract rendering you incapable of smelling
the sweet
sweet roses
of
me...
...
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Comment by Miss Nomer
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
Comment by Miss Nomer
You saw it and then was rendered blind from the absolute beauty??
This post conjured up a recent memory...Fri night in fact.
Did a sleepover at my friends house and we watched Borat...the scene in that with the arses has to be possibly the worse arse material ever filmed (not counting cheap porn)....there are arses and then there was that.....X
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
And yes that part in Borat was completely gross, can't even think about it.
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I'm on it.
The mission to contact Kleenex, I mean.
Cheers,
Norm
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
thanks for acknowledging the poetic nature of the piece.
The second half needs work.
I put the faux in folk-art.
Cheers,
Norm