Edna, dear, many happies to you.
You have a number of great friends;
it’s hard to write something new.
I’m here to try and make amends,
for the birthday Haiku that was spew,
and offer something that less offends.
Candles can be such a work of art;
beauty in many coloured wax…
…The ones upon your cake, covered in clart,
previously dipped into your arse so lax.
Enjoying the sweetness when they part,
(stand ready with a handy Vax)!
Poke your birthday up your hole,
plug it deeply with your thumb,
tug hard on your flaccid pole,
suck your cake up through your gum.
Burrow into it like a horny mole;
then blow it out your fucking bum.
Happy Birthday, whenever it was!
Author notes
The picture is for your amusement- I realise that there is nothing funny about transsexuals that look like lorry drivers. I was just drunk.
In a list
A contest entry
- Edna's NOT-A-BIRTHDAY- CANDLE contest by Edna Sweetlove.
435 points, ended April 5, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The picture is extraordinary! I love it! You must get something for finding that picture! 3 months perhaps.
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Ta!
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