Love Pomes Should Rime
I shaved my legs.
You waxed your ass.
We shared a six-pack.
You held your gas.
You drove me home.
I gave you head.
You passed out cold
in the middle of my bed.
Sweet lump of dough,
please give me a sign.
Is this true love,
My Valentine?
© badpoet
You waxed your ass.
We shared a six-pack.
You held your gas.
You drove me home.
I gave you head.
You passed out cold
in the middle of my bed.
Sweet lump of dough,
please give me a sign.
Is this true love,
My Valentine?
© badpoet
posted by Catnapping at 11:01 PM
12 Comments:
That must be some good head.
That aint true love
With push comes shove
Clean lump with a glove
Stop looking above!!
i've been told there's no such thing as bad head...
;)
ah, true love!
this has so happend to me... not this valentines day, but the last one... grrrr... i hate valentines day... bleck
Heh, sounds like love to me. I hope you got a little something out of it?
L
Wow. Be my valentine. :-)
And there is such a thing as bad head.
love
Hi there badpoet.
I dropped by from Hellcat's blog. Fantastic limericks you have here. It made me laughed and very original as well. Did you really experience all these things haha?
Yours truly
Aristocrat
nice... you are definately a poet!
YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IT DOES NOT MATTER WHERE YOU ARE ITS WHERE YOUR GOING IN THE DAYS TO COME OR YEARS OF LOVING YOU I WILL ALWAZE LOVE YOU kelsey
This one's my favorite. If I feel inspired enough I'll put it to music.
hehe. it'd make a good beer-drinkin' song, ey?
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