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The Embrowning (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. A close circle of friends
All of them dwarves?
Stood about the shamed one.
"Come hither, child"
An order from the high priest.
"Kneel before me"
The bag was brought forward
The brown bag
It spoke of soilings passed
Towels at the ready,
the ritual was performed.
Up the ladder:
A Dangling Poo
Down the ladder:
Satyr
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.263158
Posted: May 13, 2002 12:07 PM PDT; Last modified: June 24, 2002 1:32 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.263158 Overall Rank: 917 Comments:
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anonymous @ 204.245.176.100
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13-May-02/12:56 PM
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you might be a little obsessed with shit and shitting. but this ode to excrement is rather amusing...
once again I walk away from your poem quite confused.....
That's because you have a bum for a head
Do you eat shit or something? and did you vote 10 times for yourself that must have taken a lot of work and courage.
welcome back amalea. i see return in full style.
by the way, -=Dark_Angel=- does not vote. sorry to disappoint you.
Other than you repugnant love for shit ( I think you must talk to
your shit while you poop or something either that or you've eaten shit. Tell me, how did it taste, Like pig meat?) Other than that, this is funny. No really the last line is not sarcastic.
jesus
bowel moving
tits
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