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Roses are dead
the violets are too
you're fucking shit at gardening aren't you,
well never fear helps here at last,
but oh no my legs in a plaster cast,
I need washing in the bath to do it myself would be silly
Come strip me off and help wash my willy,
I'm tired from gardening, I must rest my head
oh please miss seawitch take me to bed,
I'm sound asleep and sleeping fast
Nows the time to tongue fuck my ass,
Oooh something's tickling I give a little grunt
Now climb on my face and suffocate me with your cunt.
Aww thanks
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"I've had a couple of poems sent in Oh this first one is for seawitch, shucks what a coincidence...
Roses are dead
the violets are too
you're fucking shit at gardening aren't you,
well never fear helps here at last,
but oh no my legs in a plaster cast,
I need washing in the bath to do it myself would be silly
Come strip me off and help wash my willy,
I'm tired from gardening, I must rest my head
oh please miss seawitch take me to bed,
I'm sound asleep and sleeping fast
Nows the time to tongue fuck my ass,
Oooh something's tickling I give a little grunt
Now climb on my face and suffocate me with your cunt.
Aww thanks
" who said romance is dead! | |||
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"Well no bastard wrote me a poem so done one to myself! " you're fucking good! | |||
Brilliant! | |||
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"Cupid you're a useless turd, Some wait and wait, but no, not a word. Cupid you really are a stupid twat I'm now convinced that you're a prat. You draw your bow, but must be pissed, As your fucking arrows clearly missed. If your music really is true love's food, I don't apologise for being rude. Whoever inspires those romantic songs Has clearly got it fucking wrong. There's someone for everyone so they say But sometimes it's shit on Valentines Day. Get your finger out of your Rubenesque bum, And shape up quick, for all who are glum. Sharpen those arrows and make sure you aim well. As life without love, for some, is hell! Cupid, oh Cupid, now don't be a bitch, Time to sort out an arrow for our Seawitch. A tall dark, Adonis with a nice big cock, With a penchant for getting injured tripping over a rock. To being bathed and then erotically nursed, A kink to which he must not be averse. He needs a bum hole, He like to be depilated, Then rimmed while sleeping should make him elated. He must like a fanny that tastes like a smoothie When he's rewarded with slowly devouring her pooty. And finally he must perform his solemn duty, Each day riding to ecstasy this Cambrian beauty . So come on Cupid, don't be a prick. And find our Seawitch her perfect Dick
"Aww that's awesome that is. Thank you! I'm alright now, just settled down on the blanket with a quilt and my little sister has come over, just ordered a dominos and about to watch legend, 2 Tom Hardys! | |||
"Cupid you're a useless turd, Some wait and wait, but no, not a word. Cupid you really are a stupid twat I'm now convinced that you're a prat. You draw your bow, but must be pissed, As your fucking arrows clearly missed. If your music really is true love's food, I don't apologise for being rude. Whoever inspires those romantic songs Has clearly got it fucking wrong. There's someone for everyone so they say But sometimes it's shit on Valentines Day. Get your finger out of your Rubenesque bum, And shape up quick, for all who are glum. Sharpen those arrows and make sure you aim well. As life without love, for some, is hell! Cupid, oh Cupid, now don't be a bitch, Time to sort out an arrow for our Seawitch. A tall dark, Adonis with a nice big cock, With a penchant for getting injured tripping over a rock. To being bathed and then erotically nursed, A kink to which he must not be averse. He needs a bum hole, He like to be depilated, Then rimmed while sleeping should make him elated. He must like a fanny that tastes like a smoothie When he's rewarded with slowly devouring her pooty. And finally he must perform his solemn duty, Each day riding to ecstasy this Cambrian beauty . So come on Cupid, don't be a prick. And find our Seawitch her perfect Dick
Aww that's awesome that is. Thank you!
I'm alright now, just settled down on the blanket with a quilt and my little sister has come over, just ordered a dominos and about to watch legend, 2 Tom Hardys!"Your threads have me in stitches at times so it was only fair to make recompense | |||
Class- made me smile!xx | |||
"Cupid you're a useless turd, Some wait and wait, but no, not a word. Cupid you really are a stupid twat I'm now convinced that you're a prat. You draw your bow, but must be pissed, As your fucking arrows clearly missed. If your music really is true love's food, I don't apologise for being rude. Whoever inspires those romantic songs Has clearly got it fucking wrong. There's someone for everyone so they say But sometimes it's shit on Valentines Day. Get your finger out of your Rubenesque bum, And shape up quick, for all who are glum. Sharpen those arrows and make sure you aim well. As life without love, for some, is hell! Cupid, oh Cupid, now don't be a bitch, Time to sort out an arrow for our Seawitch. A tall dark, Adonis with a nice big cock, With a penchant for getting injured tripping over a rock. To being bathed and then erotically nursed, A kink to which he must not be averse. He needs a bum hole, He like to be depilated, Then rimmed while sleeping should make him elated. He must like a fanny that tastes like a smoothie When he's rewarded with slowly devouring her pooty. And finally he must perform his solemn duty, Each day riding to ecstasy this Cambrian beauty . So come on Cupid, don't be a prick. And find our Seawitch her perfect Dick
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"Well no bastard wrote me a poem so done one to myself! " Nobody wrote me one either. I reckon we're too intimidating for 'em | |||
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Is this the place to go then for those writing poems to themselves?  | |||
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"Well no bastard wrote me a poem so done one to myself! Nobody wrote me one either. I reckon we're too intimidating for 'em "the postman had so many for me that he couldn't deliver them ! Well that's what I'm telling myself lol | |||
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"Oi Cupid, you still are being fucktard And behaving like a lazy bastard. Get your arrows out and take a shot At an East Anglian gent that's ever so hot! He needs to be kinky, with a liking for cake, But built like a gladiator to make her knees shake. And finally he needs to be fear free If he is to satisfy the forum's Dee " thank you  | |||
The guy you sent stood me up so I've got my ice cold Vino for company instead.  | |||
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"Now Cupid you cockwomble, you're losing the plot How hard can it be to take a shot. At a few eligible bachelors with the wits to make Our Mae and Storm quiver and shake? Just a passionate kiss to make their knees tremble With erotic touch, not an inept fumble. To drive them crazy and wild with desire, With adept hands that ignite the fire Of lust and love that alchemical mix. Cupid you dumbass, it's not hard to fix! " Thank you | |||
"Now Cupid you cockwomble, you're losing the plot How hard can it be to take a shot. At a few eligible bachelors with the wits to make Our Mae and Storm quiver and shake? Just a passionate kiss to make their knees tremble With erotic touch, not an inept fumble. To drive them crazy and wild with desire, With adept hands that ignite the fire Of lust and love that alchemical mix. Cupid you dumbass, it's not hard to fix! " thank you hope you had a good day xxx | |||
"Now Cupid you cockwomble, you're losing the plot How hard can it be to take a shot. At a few eligible bachelors with the wits to make Our Mae and Storm quiver and shake? Just a passionate kiss to make their knees tremble With erotic touch, not an inept fumble. To drive them crazy and wild with desire, With adept hands that ignite the fire Of lust and love that alchemical mix. Cupid you dumbass, it's not hard to fix! thank you hope you had a good day xxx" Oh yes! Liverpool won 6-0 | |||
