There once wuz a man from Nantucket,
Who kept some raw liver in a bucket.
He'd go through a drought,
When his wife wouldn't put out,
So he'd pull out his meat and fuckit.
CLEM STUNTCLAMPER
124
On JR's site there's a room fer some chat,
Where ECV Bro's can go chew the fat.
It's three nights a week,
So go take a peek,
irjr.com is right where it's at.
KEYHOLE
123
First the Lord made man in the Garden of Eden.
Then he said to himself, "There's something he's needing"
After casting about for a suitable pearl,
He kept messing around and created a girl.
Two beautiful legs so long and so slender,
Round, Slim, and firm, and ever so tender.
Two lovely hips to increase his desire,
And rounded and firm to bring out the fire.
Two lovely breasts, so full and so proud,
Commanding his eyes, as he whispers aloud.
Two lovely arms, just aching to bless you,
And two lovely hands, to soothe and caress you.
Soft, cascading hair hung down over her shoulder,
And two dreamy eyes, just to make him grow bolder.
Twas made for a man, just to make his heart sing.
Then he added a mouth, and ruined the whole damn thing..
Sent by Silent Sandy
122
There once wuz a man with a bucket,
Who supposedly came frum Nantucket.
His cheeks he did split,
Then he filled it with shit,
Uh . . . the last line's too hard, so just fuckit!
CLOD STUNTCLAMPER
121
He searched and he searched fer his Geritol,
It wuz always kept on a shelf on which wall?
Right next to his pills,
Fer his memory ills,
So the ol' geezer just settled fer some alcohol.
KEYHOLE
120
Geezer thanked Clyde for old Perl,
Cause the dummy had broken in the slut girl.
His large tool would slide,
In & out just like with Clyde,
As her labia began to unfurl.
SILENT SANDY
119
Oh Clyde, Oh Clyde, when I seen whut ya wrote,
I almost done cried, and my eyes were afloat.
I feel mighty sad,
Fer treatin ya bad,
My head I should hide, thars a lump in my throat.
Oh Clyde, Bruther Clyde, all the crap that ya take,
My comments so snide, my heart just might break.
But I gave it some thought,
I gotta take one more shot,
Yer face looks all fried, Ma said yer a mistake!
Now don't get all riled, cuz ya know I'm just kidd'n,
I know you done smiled, when ya seen whut I'd written.
Ya know yer my Bro,
Cuz our Ma wuz a ho,
All this shit I done piled, wuz ta keep my tears hidd'n.
CLOD STUNTCLAMPER
118
There once was a Geezer so frisky,
Whose dick would stand up from that whiskey.
He would poke it in PERL's cunt,
And come back with a stump,
Now his pecker was neither frisky or whiskey!
STEVE 58
117
Clyde and Clod,
Clyde and Clod,
Your writings make me nod.
Clod and Clyde,
Clod and Clyde,
Just shove it in yer holes so wide.
SILENT SANDY
116
Here's to brother Clod,
Brother Clod, Brother Clod.
Here's to brother Clod,
The best dummy of them all.
He's happy,
He's jolly,
He's fucked up by golly.
Here's to brother Clod,
The best Dummy of them all!
CLYDE STUNTCLAMPER
115
Disco Danny, my learned friend,
On JR's spell check did not depend.
An erudite twit,
Grand words he did writ,
Ne-er checking before clicking on "send."
Keyhole's writing was never more cuter,
Than words spelled out on his puter.
Not always making sense,
And in incorrect tense,
He said fuck it and had another shooter....
SILENT SANDY
114
There was a clamper, Dickhead,
Who kept a dead whore in his bed.
He said "I admit,
I am a bit of a shit,
But I save some money instead!"
STEVE 58
113
There once was a Wizard who spent loads of time,
Helpin out Bro's in their Cyber Whang prime.
His sites brought on cheers,
They lasted for years,
Those Bro's in return helped keep him on line.
KEYHOLE
112
Two widders were given a card,
All day and night I gave em, Pard.
They seemed plenty pleased,
Did much more than tease,
At least as long as I wuz hard.....
SILENT SANDY
111
My trouser-snake stands up and cheers,
When confronted with boobs in brassieres.
But in charming my cobra,
The bosom with no bra,
Can almost reduce it to tears.
STEVE 58
110
There was a fellow named Sandbox Lerkin,
Who was always jerkin his gherkin.
His father said Lerkin,
Stop jerkin your gherkin,
Your gherkins fer ferkin not jerkin.
STEVE 58
109
Today is a day to do good fer the widder,
I'll do whut she wants even if she's bitter.
It shore kin be tough,
But I'll shop fer some stuff,
And hope I done good and she likes whut I git'er.
KEYHOLE
108
Grab yer chlorine and shirts of red,
At the hawker fairyou'll be well fed,
You can pig out on chili,
And drank till yer silly,
Last one to Auburn is a rotten egghead.
KEYHOLE
107
Dickhead wuz practising in a court of law,
When some poor sap for a lawyer he did draw.
His last words were "oh my"
As the judge hung him up high,
For Duncker as a lawyer was the last straw.......
SILENT SANDY
106
Steve wants to pee on the sluts,
Cause Keyhole filled the shitter pukin his guts.
With Clyde, Geezer and Clod,
Poking all the dirty sluts bod,
And Dickhead checking out their butts.
He thought her a predacious whore,
Cause of the location of her sore.
But it was only the widder,
And he couldn't fit her,
So in her side he would bore.
SILENT SANDY
105
There once wuz drunkin dummies of three,
To the hot tub they jumped in to pee.
From the 104 degree water,
There came such a holler,
Silent of Sandy said "dumb fuckers, yer peein on me!"
STEVE 58
104
There once wuz a tub full of Bruthers and sluts,
They were carry'n on like holes of big butts.
Had they used more chlorine,
They may not have seen,
All them big oozing sore's on their dick and their nuts.
KEYHOLE
103
Oh Disco of Danny,
Where dost thy fanny.
Lie in the green,
Playing a game oh so mean,
Tis the bane of yer granny.
SILENT SANDY
102
If ya like to play in the sand,
Ya might wanna understand,
It's here fer us all,
We cayn't let it fall,
Let's all give JR a hand.
KEYHOLE
101
Keyhole's virus a-rymin,
Always takes careful timin.
His puter got a worm,
What macafee couldn't turn,
And now the walls he's a-climbing.
SILENT SANDY
100
The worm crawls right in then sends itself out,
Of course it's too late there's hardly a doubt.
But if it comes back,
You can stop the attack,
Before you go send it, AGAIN all about.
KEYHOLE
99
Though the body and mind will come to a fold,
The spirit, heart, and soul can never grow old.
New days will now dawn,
As our Brother moves on,
To the ultimate doins in those Hills full of Gold.
So long Shorty . . . . .
KEYHOLE
98
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