1st off, some Haiku
Come over here, woman
That Ru Paul on TV has
Done got me Horny
Ow shit stop it ouch
Son of a bitch that hurt bad
Um, do it again
(On the occasion of forgetting an anniversary)
I am but a man
I cannot remember shit
Take off your shirt, please
Fetch the pry bar, Jenn
My ass hair has woven me
Shut down there AGAIN
Still mad from last week
Then she smacked my bitch up
Again (I crave it)
Pure magic, those. She has to be a hell of a woman to put up wi... er... to have attracted you.
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:15:01 PM
Pure magic, those. She has to be a hell of a woman to put up wi... er... to have attracted you.
I am the last of the true romantics.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 16, 2012, 06:15:21 PM
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:15:01 PM
Pure magic, those. She has to be a hell of a woman to put up wi... er... to have attracted you.
I am the last of the true romantics.
Presented with gems such as these, I confess, I would be speechless with... something.
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:58:42 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 16, 2012, 06:15:21 PM
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:15:01 PM
Pure magic, those. She has to be a hell of a woman to put up wi... er... to have attracted you.
I am the last of the true romantics.
Presented with gems such as these, I confess, I would be speechless with... something.
My wife is 39 years old. The fact that I find her to be insanely sexy (and I do, because she is, and 39 isn't anywhere near as old as she thinks it is), and that I'm vocal about it, seems to mitigate my crass behavior to a great degree.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 16, 2012, 07:45:03 PM
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:58:42 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 16, 2012, 06:15:21 PM
Quote from: Luna on February 16, 2012, 06:15:01 PM
Pure magic, those. She has to be a hell of a woman to put up wi... er... to have attracted you.
I am the last of the true romantics.
Presented with gems such as these, I confess, I would be speechless with... something.
My wife is 39 years old. The fact that I find her to be insanely sexy (and I do, because she is, and 39 isn't anywhere near as old as she thinks it is), and that I'm vocal about it, seems to mitigate my crass behavior to a great degree.
That would, in fact, buy anybody a lot of slack. :)
:lol: Oh, Roger. She is a lucky woman.
For a certain value of "lucky".
I believe I am firmly in the TGRR school of wooing women. You are a poet and saint.
Quote from: Nigel on February 16, 2012, 10:07:16 PM
:lol: Oh, Roger. She is a lucky woman.
For a certain value of "lucky".
Her comment: "You're a dumbfuck, but you make me laugh."
:banana:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 16, 2012, 11:01:57 PM
Quote from: Nigel on February 16, 2012, 10:07:16 PM
:lol: Oh, Roger. She is a lucky woman.
For a certain value of "lucky".
Her comment: "You're a dumbfuck, but you make me laugh."
:banana:
From the right lady, that's high praise. :)
powerful. mysterious. erotic.
no seriously though, those are great. Needs a sappy comic-sans style treatment!
Come over here, woman
That Ru Paul on TV has
Done got me Horny
Ow shit stop it ouch
Son of a bitch that hurt bad
Um, do it again
I am but a man
I cannot remember shit
Take off your shirt, please
Wow. What a stud. You taught your boy this sort of thing, yeah? I'd hate to think you hadn't passed this on.
Yes I know that our
Guests arrive in ten minutes
let's get nekkid now
I know your eyes are
way up there, but I wasn't
looking at your eyes
Inappropriate?
So neighbor lady says but
It's our Goddamn yard
Move over, Songs of Solomon. :lulz:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 05:25:32 PM
Yes I know that our
Guests arrive in ten minutes
let's get nekkid now
I know your eyes are
way up there, but I wasn't
looking at your eyes
Inappropriate?
So neighbor lady says but
It's our Goddamn yard
:lulz: Please write more of these.
In fact, I would love to see a Project Board subforum opened up for Discordian Love Poetry.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 07:40:35 PM
Move over, Songs of Solomon. :lulz:
She says I'm getting a beating over the second one in my last post.
:banana:
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 08:56:41 PM
:lulz: Please write more of these.
In fact, I would love to see a Project Board subforum opened up for Discordian Love Poetry.
1. No problem. I love sending love poems to my wife via email.
2. I'd love to see that, too. Lemme ask the other guys.
Sorry about the car
That will buff out, and I was
Staring at your chest
Mad howling upstairs
The kids are terrified bad
"Anniversary"
Fire engine arrives
My sweetie is really pissed
Rog in kitchen! BAD!
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
Ganesh in my pants
There are no barriers that strong
Hinduism excuse
So I'm middle-aged
But when she's around tell that
To "other" Roger
My brain works just fine
It's just that I'm not really
Using it right now
I have no idea
No excuse, no plea except
for PILLS HERE! PILLS HERE!
:lulz: These are awesome in their horribleness.
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 10:04:43 PM
:lulz: These are awesome in their horribleness.
I am the last Great Romantic.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 10:28:13 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
I'm working on an epic right now. Working title is "Where the fuck are my pants? Wait. No. I don't care."
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 10:29:05 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 10:28:13 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
I'm working on an epic right now. Working title is "Where the fuck are my pants? Wait. No. I don't care."
Such beauty as we are almost afraid to accept. :lulz:
Tears. I swear, there are tears in my eyes.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 10:29:05 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 10:28:13 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
I'm working on an epic right now. Working title is "Where the fuck are my pants? Wait. No. I don't care."
This sounds like a Great Work.
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 11:29:38 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 10:29:05 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 10:28:13 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
I'm working on an epic right now. Working title is "Where the fuck are my pants? Wait. No. I don't care."
This sounds like a Great Work.
What makes it particularly awesome is that I am a HORRIBLE poet. No shit. I'm talking the fetal-alcohol syndrome baby of James McGonnagal and Joyce Kilmer, here. Because the static and horrible music that's going through my head while I write it exists only for me. I'm the Erich Zahn of poetry.
This needs to go on that poetry site.
Nah.
TOO GOOD.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 11:32:05 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 11:29:38 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 10:29:05 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 10:28:13 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 19, 2012, 09:41:32 PM
Blind, I cannot see
Because I threw my eyeballs
At your ass again
In the words of Robert Browning, I praise your "fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought". :lol:
I'm working on an epic right now. Working title is "Where the fuck are my pants? Wait. No. I don't care."
This sounds like a Great Work.
What makes it particularly awesome is that I am a HORRIBLE poet. No shit. I'm talking the fetal-alcohol syndrome baby of James McGonnagal and Joyce Kilmer, here. Because the static and horrible music that's going through my head while I write it exists only for me. I'm the Erich Zahn of poetry.
Yes, EXACTLY.
Yeah, got my ass beat.
WOOO WOOOOOOOO!
\
:banana:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 04:11:27 AM
Yeah, got my ass beat.
WOOO WOOOOOOOO!
\
:banana:
You're a lucky man, Rev.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 04:11:27 AM
Yeah, got my ass beat.
WOOO WOOOOOOOO!
\
:banana:
You lucky devil. :lulz:
great poems
Last of the Great Romantics
would be good title for the cycle
Alone in office
Wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah
Tear-away speedo
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 21, 2012, 05:22:59 PM
Alone in office
Wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah
Tear-away speedo
:lulz: :horrormirth: :fap: :lulz: :horrormirth: :fap:
On getting dressed for work while my wife is still asleep.
Pants are on backward
My shirt is inside out too
Keep sleeping nekkid
I'm not really here
Thinking about getting home
Refinery fire today
:lulz: You're so romantic! She's a lucky woman.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 28, 2013, 07:00:23 PM
:lulz: You're so romantic! She's a lucky woman.
It's the match made in heaven. She likes dorks, and they don't come any dorkier than me. :lulz:
Someone totally has to do a recording of reciting these to the soulful beat of bongo drums. It must be done.
Nix the bongos. We need to set these to Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata and package the CD with a picture of roses and lit candles on a Grand Piano. The tracklistings, of course, should be in a Palace Script MT font.
I need to find the kind of dude that writes this beautifully to me.