Rumple's Rhyming Refuse

[Rumple Foreskin]

I've said it before and will now prove it--I'm no poet. Wish I was. I enjoy reading poetry and being able to crank some out might make me a better prose writer. Those who doubt my clain to non-poet status, are invited to read the following assaults on good taste and poetic sensibility.

I apoligize in advance and now start sneaking back to the AH.

Rumple Foreskin

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Haiku of a Brown Thumb

I have a brown thumb
My plants die instead of grow
Then there’s my brown toe

Gardeners shun me
I’m a Kavorkian to plants
Others can live, mine can’t

My roses need Viagra
My violets have the flu
I've given up, have you?

--

A St Patty’s Day Limerick

This limerick's a waste of your time.
It's insipid in meter and rhyme.
St. Patrick would say,
if he read it today,
I prefer snakes anytime.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I've said it before and will now prove it--I'm no poet. Wish I was. I enjoy reading poetry and being able to crank some out might make me a better prose writer. Those who doubt my clain to non-poet status, are invited to read the following assaults on good taste and poetic sensibility.

I apoligize in advance and now start sneaking back to the AH.

Rumple Foreskin

==

Haiku of a Brown Thumb

I have a brown thumb
My plants die instead of grow
Then there’s my brown toe

Gardeners shun me
I’m a Kavorkian to plants
Others can live, mine can’t

My roses need Viagra
My violets have the flu
I've given up, have you?

--

A St Patty’s Day Limerick

This limerick's a waste of your time.
It's insipid in meter and rhyme.
St. Patrick would say,
if he read it today,
I prefer snakes anytime.

cute, witty, clever, humor... I like them
welcome Rump, good to see ya, here!

more please <grinin'

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

"My roses need Viagra" <chuckles>

 

[wildsweetone]

I've said it before and will now prove it--I'm no poet. Wish I was. I enjoy reading poetry and being able to crank some out might make me a better prose writer. Those who doubt my clain to non-poet status, are invited to read the following assaults on good taste and poetic sensibility.

I apoligize in advance and now start sneaking back to the AH.

Rumple Foreskin

==

Haiku of a Brown Thumb

I have a brown thumb
My plants die instead of grow
Then there’s my brown toe

Gardeners shun me
I’m a Kavorkian to plants
Others can live, mine can’t

My roses need Viagra
My violets have the flu
I've given up, have you?

--

A St Patty’s Day Limerick

This limerick's a waste of your time.
It's insipid in meter and rhyme.
St. Patrick would say,
if he read it today,
I prefer snakes anytime.

for all that it's humourous poetry Rumple, you sure give me an incredible visual of your garden. i'd get a gardener in if i were you. or... lay concrete. *giggling*

 

[Guest]

This poem contains graphic descriptions - not recommended hang-over reading.

Meet my good friends Ralph and Earl.
Pavement pizza or take Hughie for a whirl.
Blowing pretty chunks with a technicolour yawn.
Back-up chip special or colouring the dawn
Recycled brown bag involuntary spill.
Organ recital, or feeling really ill
Do the Jersey yodel or the liquid laugh.
Heave, hawk, spew, honk, sprout or barf.
Kiss the can or yawn for the hearing impaired
Get a refund on your lunch or decorate your beard.
Call the moose or spew snacks then make a visible burp
Taste lunch twice, drive the porcelain bus with Wyatt Earp
Make an offer to The Porcelain God or psychedelic spit
Whistling beef projectile-style or pop a gastric zit​

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

for all that it's humourous poetry Rumple, you sure give me an incredible visual of your garden. i'd get a gardener in if i were you. or... lay concrete. *giggling*

Bringing in an undertaker would be the best bet.

Tristesse: Yum, yum.

Rumple Foreskin