You should have eaten more greens
out there in space cos you cant fit your jeans
storm troopers gender, I never said queens
the way you all eat those damn beans.
Space rations and dry food for a start
getting it through that head gear is an art
the down side of course is favouring a fart
on scale of the odour its way off the chart.
There is more than just air in your tank
while you keep on firing those blanks
comic light reading helps with your lead bank
as you contemplate your military rank.
Sitting there in your carbon mon-backside fog
leaving us all surrounded by a gaseous smog
that trumpet your blowing is no barking frog
with a grunt your about to release that brown dog.
A contest entry
- Funny Picture Contest by penman.
1500 points, ended November 23, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent!!
Oh My Word~ this is one funny piece next to Your last one about the pole dancers me thinks
I remember the picture and had instant vertigo-
for the fumes just permeated my pupils
Love this one!! The images had me gagging with laughter
Woot!
I am so glad this was not smell a vision
Congratulations on Your trophy win!!
Wooooooo Hoooooooo!!
(throws some serious confetti)
Thank You for sharing Your Humor and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet One
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Hi. I will be judging this one tomorrow. So please have your poem posted by then. Thank you
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I reserve the right to walk away quietly and say just one thing here, the crown is your's forever..
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