All my friends call me
Mr. itchy scratchy
I wear a rotten wedgy
the whole day long.
I got me a woman,
she's a little bratsky.
Tells me where my soul
is going with a song.
I try to put my feet up
'cause I feel so beat up,
she hands me a list of
do it, right nows.
I always try to tell her,
there ain't nothin' to it
I would get to it,
but I don't knows how.
I tell her I love her,
an' give her little kisses,
an' pet her while she's wizzin'
I love my hound.
My woman is so clever,
she knows how to please me,
track marks are a breeze, she
bleaches um, wow.
Picks up all my messes,
gives me some caresses,
bought me some bullets,
hey~she shot me, POW.
Author notes
Do I get to keep my PAIR??? hehehe
A contest entry
- Battle of the Sexes ~ Ladies First! by Xianaria.
700 points, ended December 15, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you Think???
Comments
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I love this Get your guitar and beer and head for the tavern this would be a poem to sing.
Excellent and good luck
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lmbo well yea well men can be so crude ... pretty good writing.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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LOL ~ nicely done! Thanks for entering!
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hehe.. you took the prompt and ran with it! I almost shot pepsi out of my nose reading this. You're so clever.
Love,
Amera♥
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