ShaveYourHead.com

[juicyjesus]

Is there a shaveyourhead.com? I'm going to find out...

 

[WickedEve]

No, I don't think so. I'm not going to look either because I choose not to believe in the existence of shaveyourhead.com

(Pay me cash or compliments and I'll be a believer.)

 

[juicyjesus]

Is there a shaveyourhead.com? I'm going to find out...

that's interesting. so are you.

 

[juicyjesus]

Is There???

No, I don't think so. I'm not going to look either because I choose not to believe in the existence of shaveyourhead.com

(Pay me cash or compliments and I'll be a believer.)

Natural Born Killers perhaps?

 

[juicyjesus]

Re: Re: ShaveYourHead.com

that's interesting. so are you.

I have a friend named Eve, but I know it's not you. Or at least I think it's not....

 

[JUDO]

And this has what to do with the creative pursuit of poetry?

 

[juicyjesus]

..I'M BACK....

..GIVE ME A HAND...BECAUSE THE FLESH IS BACK...YES..KENNETH IN THE FLESH....

 

[juicyjesus]

...HHMMMM....

...AND WHERE IS ALL THE BEAUTIFUL LADIES AT.... ....?

 

[JUDO]

I think you're in the wrong forum, Kenny. Why don't you be a good boy and go bother someone in the GB?

 

[WickedEve]

And this has what to do with the creative pursuit of poetry?

Who cares. I like bald heads. They're smoother on your thighs.

I think it's "write a shaved head poem" time. I won't write one, though. I have a similar one already.

Tender Torment
by WickedEve ©
~

While you sleep, I pluck one hair.
I place it in an envelope,
and mail myself a letter.

Days pass, and you bemoan the loss,
rubbing snake oil on bare places.

Between spread thighs,
I press lips to bald head,
and tell you all is forgiven.

~

Only problem is that I wrote this a while back and now I don't know what the "mail myself a letter" is all about.

 

[WickedEve]

I think you're in the wrong forum, Kenny. Why don't you be a good boy and go bother someone in the GB?

Who is Kenny?
Who is Scotty?

Judo, whip up a quick bald sonnet.

 

[juicyjesus]

...and i was wrong...ha...never...

....and so..i come to say hello to one lady..not you..right...?

 

[JUDO]

Who cares. I like bald heads. They're smoother on your thighs.

Well, yeah...but only when they're freshly shaved. I guess that means that the sex goes "hand-in-hand", or "razor-on-head" with the maintenance, huh? Never thought of that. Puts "XXX" in a whole new light for me, though.

 

[WickedEve]

Well, yeah...but only when they're freshly shaved. I guess that means that the sex goes "hand-in-hand", or "razor-on-head" with the maintenance, huh? Never thought of that. Puts "XXX" in a whole new light for me, though.

Ohhh, I just thought about the stubble.

 

[JUDO]

Who is Kenny?
Who is Scotty?

Judo, whip up a quick bald sonnet.

Okay.



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Chilled Greeting

Upon this day of woe, new Ken returned
He bade good day to all of weaker sex,
But soon his message cracked so as to vex.
The posts were neither light nor very learn-ed.

I wondered where this led -- short tale of woe.
From Madison he came or so he said
And courting ladies passed the time 'fore bed,
But none of us assumed to call him foe.

Would he become a king or fade too soon?
Such journeys puzzle one for time is short
When we a sojourn meet and need report --
Could I not grow to cry or simply swoon?

A stranger's call can chill or rub us warm,
If we can simply smile and bear no harm.

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- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Okay.



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Chilled Greeting

Upon this day of woe, new Ken returned
He bade good day to all of weaker sex,
But soon his message cracked so as to vex.
The posts were neither light nor very learn-ed.

I wondered where this led -- short tale of woe.
From Madison he came or so he said
And courting ladies passed the time 'fore bed,
But none of us assumed to call him foe.

Would he become a king or fade too soon?
Such journeys puzzle one for time is short
When we a sojourn meet and need report --
Could I not grow to cry or simply swoon?

A stranger's call can chill or rub us warm,
If we can simply smile and bear no harm.

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- Judo

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Did she write a sonnet in 10 minutes?

 

[WickedEve]

Did she write a sonnet in 10 minutes?

Hell no! Less!

 

[juicyjesus]

..fling no grace...

..and he flies along a tainted world..his eyes are covered with sin that is hurled..anger and hate he does not know...but love and peace he is always shown..for in their hearts lay a bed of soil..and in there minds life is is spoil.....lifting their spirits and feelings of none..the soul is caught..and so is one.....

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Hell no! Less!

Next time she does that I'm gonna hurt her.

 

[JUDO]

Well, that was writing as fast as I could. I figure it was somewhere between 10 and 13 minutes. The meter works, though.

 

[WickedEve]

Next time she does that I'm gonna hurt her.

I just can't take it any more! You must stop her!

 

[juicyjesus]

...and so the angel dies....

..heartless and meek...lonely and sad...forgoten and spoiled..empty and confused...the angel lays his head down to cry no tears...but to hear the voices through out the ground..and live the lives all around..but not with love..and not with hate..but to his only twist of fate...and in the end..so the angel dies....tasting your spirit within.... ....

 

[Angeline]

Shall I compare thee to a shaven head?
Thou are not beautiful and so stubbly.
The shine illuminates our evening bed,
So I can see you make me all rubbly.

But O wherefore is shaveyourhead.com?
And how did I get sucked into this verse?
This time of night is when I call my mom,
A burden that's become my nightly curse.

And who is Juicy Jesus anyway?
And are those things he's writing poems?
Thank God just four more lines to write, ok?
And then I'm off to produce other tomes.

Methinks this is perhaps our former troll--
Go on big guy, write poems or take a stroll.

 

[Guest]

Re: ...and i was wrong...ha...never...

....and so..i come to say hello to one lady..not you..right...?

I know all about you. You're one of those idiotic guys who likes to think he's so mysterious and deep and poetic and shrouded in mystery (etc) like the 007 of the gothic world or some shit... and you think that this will catch you some feeble minded women. I have news for you. You're annoying, and wasting threads on stuff that isn't related to poetry. So either you go somewhere else, or everyone will have to ignore your existence.