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BongMasteR
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:20 am    Post subject: I had to post this one for posterity. Reply with quote

When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me ass was red,
Me Mudder!

Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not,
Me Mudder!

And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!

Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,
Me Mudder!


Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me shit,
Me Mudder!


When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peek
Who yelled at me to go to sleep,
Me Fadder!
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splasher
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 8:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Brilliant ..Bongman..
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 8:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Robert Frost.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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