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George and Samson (Lyric) by Edna Sweetlove My pet parrakeet George
Has turned out to be gay;
I know that this is true
Because I heard him say
To his cagemate Samson,
(a parrot green and spotty),
'When old Edna's gone to bed
You can fuck me up the botty.'
Up the ladder:
My Fatherâs World
Down the ladder:
Gemini
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Posted: May 14, 2006 2:46 AM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2006 2:46 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.23488 Overall Rank: 941 Comments:
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Edna Sweetlove @ 81.179.67.200
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Parrots have their feelings too!
It looses it's humor because you take the surprise out of the punchline.
Try an approach that is more like this: Imagine my surprise, imagine my dread. A little voice whispers at the foot of my bed. "While ol' Edna's asleep-" the little voice said "-I'll give you some beak, hurry up, go ahead put it in my tail feather, oh lord it's so large" Only now did I realize that the voice was George. George my pet parrakeet and Samson his cagemate like to jailbirds in heat buttfucking in their cage Imagine my shock Imagine my rage two gaybirds are in my bedroom engaged in such an unholy screw. Well, I was irated. So I did what any good Christain would do, I watched them and masturbated.
I enjoyed your reworked version (in spite of its occasional grammatical lapses). Thank you for reading! I shall shortly repay the compliment perhaps in kind! xxxx Edna
I've only been in the south a year and a half and my grammar skills are dropping faster than George W. Bush's approval ratings. Looking forward to your next dirty ditty.
Having just borne witness to your incredible roundup of the limericks on here, the least I can do is leave a comment on one of your poems. And here it is:
This poem is a golden opportunity to rhyme 'Samson' with 'ram some'. I'll leave you to decide what was rammed, and where.
And I had the unnerving feeling that you were going to include a line that ended with 'front'. Can't think what you might rhyme it with though...
blunt. I've done a limerick.
Or how about "Yun't" as in "Hey Jim Bob, yun't to go fishin'? -"I don't know Bubba, yun't to go huntin' instead?-
A fair point, although after poemranker I will always feel that Jim Bob is just a second-rate offering to Bobjim.
What have bob jum and jim bob (who- or whatever they may be) got to do with my beautiful poem?
Brilliant. Parroty fun as always, Edna. Did you know that thirty percent of rams are gay?
Nice gay parrot stuff.
Avian homosexuality is TOTALLY OUT OF ORDER!!!!!!!
Delightful.
Dr Toilet likes this one as he likes things about bottoms!
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