but i do not really hate anyone at all
i just like to drive them up a wall
pb468 you hate, we all see
pssssst, i heard he smells like pee

most of the dogbombers are ok by me
some a little too young, here to be
some we havent seen in a while
some just belong in a pile

there are some that never post
and it seems that netniv, minx and pazza are the ones that host
why do they sign up if they never write
loosen up, dont be so tight

there are some that come only to be asses
dixiewrecked for one, he needs glasses
in order to see, that not all is shit
he need not spew his diabolical bit

and then there are those, you know who you are
that like to push some a little too far
just dont forget, what comes around goes around
youll get yours, your karma wont be found

so, be happy and enjoy this site
dont worry, most of us dont bite
and those that do, just dont forget
the puppies grow up, and it may be you they get

:) :) :) :)

fluke spouted:
netniV what you write is true,
but that verse wasn't meant for you,
but as you want to take the bait,
you're welcome to it, p'haps it's fate,

I've taken note of your mission,
it puts you in a stupid position,
for when you fail at playing cupid,
you're gonna look even more stupid.

If I don't bother you, stop replying,
you can't because we know you're lying,
you'll know when you get to the end of your teather,
snakes like you have scales not feathers

No, netniv, 'twas not you I was refering to.
For at least you have class, and not full of poo.
Like that pile of puke, my dog left in the yard.
After eating up all the pig lard.

Wasn't trying to play cupid.
Just pointing out the fact that any woman with you is stupid.
By the way, not your position to tell me to stop posting
For it is you I enjoy roasting.

Over an open fire, on a spindle,
Pushing the coals, that fire I like to kindle.
It's people like you I most like to get started,
Because, soon, you too, will be dearly departed.

Buried up to your neck in the sand,
The bugs around you in a band,
Biting on your ears and eating on your face,
Mother Nature will put you in your place.

And when she does, I will be there,
To watch you, to laugh, and shave off your hair.
I'll make a wig for some poor soul,
Who has none of his own, and on the dole.

Bring on your worst, or have you done that yet,
You don't bother me, on that you can bet.
I've taken on better men than you,
Even HellBentStar, is above your cue.

:p :p :p :p

Robin dear, you've got me beaten,
guts out, head ripped off and eaten,
I submit to your violent fury,
you've turned me into flukester puree.

You've hunted down, and trapped your quarry,
all I can say; I'm really sorry,
for the words i wrote, and the life i live,
i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive.

So now that that is done, can we all get right on back,
to wibbling stoopid poo, and talking our daft kak,
to those of you that read, but haven't yet here posted,
see markdeadman's new thread (http://www.dogbomb.co.uk/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=840), that he so kindly hosted.

read it and take heed, for your courage drink some sherry,
then come straight back here, and pop your posting cherry,
we're really not too fussy, about your sense of timing,
and if we scoff, heads falling off, e'en that will be rhyming.

Today has been such a beautiful day,
blue skies, sun shining, on rooftops of grey,
but the poem ain't moved, which causes me pain,
so I thought I'd come home and post poop again.

In the car not the bike,(cos I didn't have a choice)
I sped home, singing, at the top of my voice,
enjoying the trip, not the usual grind,
but I didn't know, what indoors, I would find.

something was wrong, which i hadn't quite fingered,
and inside the door, for a second I lingered,
as I stood there, wondering, mind a'reeling,
the bong caught my eye, and I forgot that feeling.

As I exhaled the smoke, the light started dawning,
there's someone that I haven't seen since this morning,
and he usually greets me, home, without fail,
with a slobbery tongue, and a waggly tail.

I called out his name, but he didn't respond,
with his usual 'wuff', of which I'm so fond,
I called through the ground floor, then upstairs I hurried,
But by reaching the top step, my cries were more worried.

For there on the rug, with one ear still stuck up,
was my best ever friend, who I'd known since a pup,
I reached out a hand, to confirm my worst fears,
and I felt what I knew, and could not hold back tears.

He was the one, who would join in my joy,
when he sensed I was drowning, my spirits he'd bouy,
the one who could tell, when I'm happy or sad,
the one that I'd loved, as a man, and a lad.

If I came home from work, with a head full of strife,
with one daft quirky look, he'd put light in my life,
if collapsed on the sofa, when everythings crap,
my crutch would be there, with his head on my lap.

More from a friendship, one couldn't have wanted,
Loyal, caring, devoted, responsive,
but now that he's gone, I'm so fucking sad,
left with the memories of what we once had.

And so I say, tears on my face,
'Here's to you Max, you were Ace,
you brought me much joy through the years,
I salute you boy, with twenty-one tears'.

Goodbye Max, Godspeed, safe journey.

here I am, dirnkin' vodka red square ice
tryin' to give myselef, that li'l extra spice
and then I'll go an' eat some lovely fish
and maybe thereafter, go puke in a dish.

you need a dish that's wide and deep,
I've got one here, I'm selling cheap,
it does say 'rover' on the side,
but he don't need it now he died.

Fluke, my lad, I have to say,
that when I posted here that day
about the fish, the sick and stuff
I hadn't read your post, quite nearly enough.

But when Minx, suggested I read it, I decided to do it
and reading that post, I am glad I went through it
I could feel the pain that you wrote about there
and I wonder about mine, which was wrote without care

You poem was kind, and peacful and flowing
but I skim-read it, without even knowing
the words that you'd used, or the topics you'd covered
and so the true intention, was something undiscovered.

So let me come back and offer my "sorries"
which I can not ship to you in enough lorries.
To lose one so dear is tragic enough, to give up
your favourite dog, you've known since a pup.

call the cops netniV, you've been hacked,
your dogbomb ID has been hijacked
they're using it there ^ to post nice threads,
your reputation might end up in shreds.

I THANKYOU real loud, for takin' the time,
to re-read my verse, and then post here your rhyme,
and for sending the lorries, but now it's gone dark,
could you call them all back please, my neighbours can't park.

Call them back? Alas I can't do that
Until they've wiped their dirty feet all over your mat
and on every floors in your house
until you scream like a little mouse

And as for my id being hijacked back there
if it was done, then I didn't really have a care
what was posted was enough to do so evil for now
as you were roped in, by that soppy little cow.

If they come in here with their big muddy boots,
I'll pelt them all with rancid fruits,
then send them back into their tippers,
wearing my grans fluffy slippers,

If they should walk upon my floor,
in their big boots, Ill call the Law,
and get them into criminals made,
cos my carpet's only just been laid.

Do to them what ever you wish
Fuck them too if you think their a dish
But I can't really care what you do
because they're not mine now, they belong to you :)

driving tippers in slippers, is a pastime for nobs,
so I sold all their lorries, and got them new jobs,
Now they're honing and toning their rippling pecs,
'cos my boys are now strippers, and they're selling sex.

But only to women you must understand,
so forget all those pervy ideas you just planned,
but you may just get lucky, seems they're doing the same,
cos they whisper in corners when i mention your name.

Fuck me this thread is getting long,
maybe one day it can be turned into a song,
but would it sell, It'd have to be rated eighteen,
grotesque and disgusting, sexual, violent, obscene?

A song you say? About that I must surely think
but is it really obscene enough to make you puke in the sink?
Or maybe with the right bit of stuff from you
it'll just smell like shit, and age old dog poo.

although i am not normally someone to quibble
theres a bit in that last one that made me go wibble
age old dog poo doesnt smell, unless its sloppy and you disturb it,
but if you're gonna do that, its better to make it worth it.

Maybe I was gonna throw it at you
to see if you'd smell different when covered in poo
But as you seem to be changing your style
I'll let you go back to work with that nail file.

A nail file on shit?
or to work on her clit?
interesting thought,
but painful in court.

well, well, havent been here in a while
my love, netniv talking about poo in a pile
and there goes minx working with her file
skytz trying to go the extra mile

fluke, sorry for your loss
but on that dog bowl do not let grow any moss
get yourself another loving pet
make sure you take it to the vet

so netniv, is it pictures you want, love
maybe check your e-mail from this dove
you might find a little surprise
or maybe two, i must surmise

:blush: :blush: :blush:

And a surprise I found, in my e-mail
which I wasn't expecting from that female
who goes by the name of LionTamer1212
but she's gonna send more, she just has too.

I don't think that she needs thankin',
her ESP lets her know you're wankin',
over all the pics she sent,
allowing you some steam to vent.

But it isn't steam that vents this day
because if it was, then there'd be fire in the hay
and all the horses would come a running fast
maybe even one that had on a plaster cast.

and that cast maybe, could be signed,
by the dutchess of kent, and all ker kind,
for most broken equines get shot, then they spoil,
to get his leg plastered, the horse must be royal.

The horse goes by a different name, which causes bedlam
and is none other than Englands own, David Beckham
for if you didnt' see in the news this week
he ain't exactly at his physical peak.

It's true, I know the boy is lame,
he's bound to miss the first cup game,
but everyone who knows him reckoned,
he'll be fit again for the second.

But if he isn't there for the first
Who else they gonna call, Mr. Hurst?
I don't think so, and I don't really care
Coz I like PNE, and so don't have a nightmare!

and now you see, again you'll wait,
and get frustrated, tense, irate,
go take a nap, have pleasant dreams,
while i work out what your acronym means.

ok netniv, ive sent my two
and now, love, its up to you
go, as fluke suggested, and take a nap
have lovely dreams, with your nightcap

go release some steam
before its me you ream
nice and slow
is definetly the way i like to go

so if you never die, then i have no fear
that you can go on for at least a year
or maybe longer i hope
tie me up with a rope

to the bed, spread out wide
into which you can glide
satisfy me you will
come on love, give me my fill

just a little something for you to think
before i bring you to your brink
and then pull back for a little more
to drive you wild, will be my score

:cheeky: :blush: ;)

so just as netniV's about to jack,
the girl of his fantasy came back,
and rolled a rude rhyme down the road,
causing a premature shoot of his load

But my load went up so high
that it ended up blotting out the sky
and so the sun become hidden from sight
and the day quickly become the night.

but the darkness that came was no night,
the death of the world, the ending of sight,
the sun dissapeared without even a gleam,
milky-clear oceans, and a sky of whipped cream!

A constantly moving, blurring view,
of that unclear image by the chosen few,
that which they wield,
in these rendered scenes,
brings not happiness nor doubt,
but confirms what seems.

It controls your living,
a dark, brooding thought,
subliminal persuasions,
of which you were never taught-

the answers to what appear,
so important to you,
what is all this?
and how can it be true?

Life springs from consciousness,
and consciousness from man,
and whatever we create,
merely aids the greater plan.

For all that we feel,
and all that has been seen,
each of us are but shadows,
of mixtures in a dream.

fluke spouted:
so just as netniV's about to jack,
the girl of his fantasy came back,
and rolled a rude rhyme down the road,
causing a premature shoot of his load

so tell me something, just a little bit, dude
how on earth was my little poem rude?
i thought it quite a nice little verse
maybe just a bit perverse

just gave him a little food for thought
before sleep he sought
a little preview of what could cum
if he plays his cards right and has a glass of rum

netniv shooting off premature
i dont think so, its a load of manure
after all his talk of virility
maybe i'll give him my virginity

from what i hear it will last a while
he says i'll end up in an exhausted pile
after meeting him in his bed
he says that i'll be left tired and red

i guess i'll have to wait and see
for who knows what is to be
i might well be fun
if i stay and not run

:) :) :)

it wasn't so much rude,
as an erotic adult fiction,
with netniv as the mechanic,
and liontamer bringing some friction

I lived a long long time ago, you might remember that,
And had to find some things to ease the aching in my twat.
The shower head, the end of bed, but nothing was fulfilling
The hairbrush handle, an old wax candle, (that was kinda thrilling)

I ventured out to sex shops, bought dildos long and wide,
a hanky and a lubricant consistent by my side
I pushed and poked, and laughed (and choked!)
I took it out and fucked it,
And yes I came, but not the same as if Id paid and booked it.

I'm still a fan of plastic man, theres times where he's essential,
When I have moths around my cloths, frustration makes me mental.
I like to read erotica, and fuck myself quite silly,
but given that Im married now, I much prefer a willy.

Minxy is a nymphoid,
thats plain as plain to see,
but I have to ask a question,
why aren't you fucking me?

First off, the reason she isn't you, fucking quite so senseless
is because you are not worth it, according to the census.
And as for her being a nymphoid, that much is surely true
because it appears she's turned you on, and got your balls so blue.

And then there is the question of Liontamer's erotic prose
whose very words have made me hard, and got me on my toes.
I did not shoot, too early you fool, for I have one thing you lack
I know how to hold on for a lot longer, I know how to hold it back.

To liontamer, your lovely words, have caused my heart a flutter
and all the time, I could not write, because my mind had a stutter.
but here I am, fresh and clean, for the nights rest and sleep
and wondering if, in my friends bedroom, I should have sneaked a peek.

And after all the pictures I've had, I have to say just this
if I was to go and pick, then Liontamer would not be one to miss
She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, with tears of too my joy
But then when she promises to screw my brains, she's turned me man from boy!

I go away for just one day, the poem gets all dirty,
I made the most of minxys' post, it made me feel quite flirty,
so here i stand with nob in hand,and a digit covered in shite,
cos i finger my bum before i cum, all creamy thick and white.

But then you realise it's just a dream, for your cum is small and trickly
and that's because you've spent too long with that cactus that is all prickly.
So, as you look at your shit finger now, and you wonder what to do
I can suggest just one course of action, and that is: you for a poo!

no wonder you blunder, if you wank with a cactus,
when your boyfriend comes over he'll help you to practice,
then suck him and fuck him, in a theatrical farce,
and then cum in his mouth while he shoots up your arse.

Netniv's a queer!
I thought it was true,
why thats just super!
now he can fuck you.

with his smelly dick,
all smeared in your poo?
i think I'll decline,
he can keep fucking you.

hey!!! careful what you say about him
he's not queer, he brings me to my brim
you must be dreaming of what you would like
for him to be to you, wake up, pull your finger out of your dike

thats THE netniV, of which you speak
the guy that makes me freak
he can cum take me anytime
only if he gives me a pretty rhyme

so why dont you two go play
with each other, be gay
or find pb468, i'll bet he's game
for some of your dick thats gone lame

by the way, netnivs got more dick
than the two of you put together, pricks
and as for that cactus, go stick it up your ass
maybe then you can have a dick like a bass

:mad: :mad: :mad:

i didn't poke you with a pole,
and yet you crawl out from your hole,
abusing me with crappy rhyme,
but still i resist, it's not time.

oh no! fuck! what am i on about,
there i was thinking you were the trout,
but you don't employ,
her venom, on this boy,
though your scribbling do have the same clout.(nowt)

it's quite fine that you like who you do,
and that netniV's the one that you'd screw,
but if i think he's thick,
or a bit of a dick,
then what does that say about you?

now remember the thread history,
if you don't, just look back, and you'll see,
that I've already fucked,
and regrettably chucked,
that sad one-liner wizard Pb.

whether my cock is one foot or two,
you don't know, but you'd really like to,
but i wont let you eat,
my big red hot man meat,
cos your rhyming and timing is poo.

to reply to your words which were rich,
I've been dying, like scratching an itch,
so I'll say fuck off,
before you make me boff,
you're a dim-witted, arrogant, bitch.

so read through this verse dont just scan it,
if your face was an advert, they'd ban it,
there's a smell frm your twat,
and your legs are all fat,
and your arse is the size of a planet.

with its cellulite, wobbly like jelly,
it's a nice matching set with your belly,
would a blind monster screw,
a fat minger like you?
well i asked, he said 'not on your nelly'.

give up your ideas of whoreing,
theres no way that you'll end up scoring,
if you shag like you rhyme,
johns would see in no time,
that your reportoire's quite small and boring.

ya know, when you poked at netniv, you called me out
for he is so much more than you, but dont pout
so before you go and open your mouth, once more
why dont you and your boy skytz, go suck each others dick sore

and if you want to start with me again, then
bring it on little boy, come on in to my den
ive got a stick with which ill smack you
knock out all that load of poo

dont get me going, ill never stop
gonna make netniv blow, yes pop
for my cherry is his for the asking
after he is done with all his tasking

my fingers wet with much anticipation
he keeps asking for participation
so maybe ill give in now
and let him give me a pow

much a man, he is, unlike you
who has to get pb468 to suck, you like it, you do
faggot, i think is the word im looking for
when referring to you, your ass skytz wants to bore

so, my dear little puke
out of your ass pull that cuke
and suck off all your shit
dont forget the chunks, and the little bits

*lol* *lol* *lol*

your running out of silly rhyme,
repeating yourself all the time,
so save yourself the time you waste,
look back, cut, copy, and paste.

go and find some verses new,
stop spouting the same old poo,
to keep up with you, this is reiterated,
if wit was shit you'd be constipated.

suck PB4's dick,
can you read?, are you thick?
silly me, daft request,
the answer is yes.

and what the fuckin' hell's a cuke,
you make it up, it makes me puke,
you're full of shit, and twice as smelly,
with your fat arse and guts of jelly.

If i want to start on you now?
are you mad? it's YOU starting, you cow.
but i do, so come on, do your worst,
but use small words incase your brain bursts.

cos we all know you're not very bright,
it appears that your heads full of shite,
with very poor diction,
you try to cause friction,
but because you're so dull I wont bite

I think you forget, my dear little fluke,
Of who on this thread can truely act like a Duke.
For you have now power, and are very small
and can't get enough men, who will give you their all

If you want to start up a fight
then I can give you one hell of a fright
for I have more power, in my little finger nail
than you ever could, and it's driving you pale!

So back off from my friend, LionTamer is mine
and on her one day, I might even dine
so if you decide, to have a go at her now
then you'll be getting a sweat on your brow

for coming after your big fat behind
will be me, your ass I will grind
you think you can stand the power I could give?
when you wouldn't even know if you'd want to still live

You words are punny, and your attempts are frail
they aren't even worth being said by a snail
you get all worked up, because Skytz isn't doing your right
when you want him to fuck your ass, all through the night

You tried another once, by the name of pb468
but soon learnt that him, you really did hate
so remember my words, and heading my warning
otherwise you might not be waking up in the morning.

empty rhetoric, don't scare me,
why would i worry, bout a streak of pee?
you and liontamer, your content is thin,
but 2 onto 1 hey, maybe you'll win.

and as for the men who would give me their all,
you've proved with your words that your knowledge is small,
for I'm 2IC in the chain of command,
of the 3rd best known bike club that rides through this land.

so gather your army of piss-weak nerds,
and lets see some action, instead of your words,
but i think it's all bollocks, all mouth and no pants,
but if you want a go, then I'll give you the chance.

OOH Bitch fight get in here this thread is on fire
as NetniV and fluke wrestle in some hot mire
The words they are cutting, the insults are blazing,
and a poem on mushrooms would be quite amazing.

Well, please excuse me, while i remove this head,
and put on my happy, acid trip one instead,
I'll go out the field, and consume a few dozen,
then come back and post rhymes, when my heads all a'buzzin'

hello my little fishies, are you having a nice time?
old fluke is back, to talk his kak, and post a little rhyme.
Now if this petit ramble, gets a weeny bit surreal,
my head is shot, I've lost the plot, so now you know the deal.

See I've been up the mountain, picking mushrooms for my plate,
and now back here, i feel quite queer, I'm in an awful state,
I picked them without predjudice, no thought to shape or size,
god I'm so daft, a book ill haft'a read to get me wise.

I cooked them up, then ate them down, they tasted a little bit funny,
now I confess with some distress, my walls have gone all runny,
the carpet's turned into shards of brown glass, the armchair, it wears a big grin,
the light bulbs are dripping, im slipping from gripping, the fireplace thats sucking me in.

hell im real overjoyed to be so paranoid, that I'm scared by the shape of my room,
and I'm blaming it all, on the two inches tall, lowly tit-headed mushroom.
now i hear you all shout, f'kinell fluke, chillout!, cos they're natural, and better, they're free',
but then I say 'get lost, for the pennies they cost, you're better off with LSD.

a bike club? what a geek
or should i say quite the freak
have to join a club to try to get friends
picking odd mushrooms? get with the trends

have you even looked at your own posts
at least i dont try to piss off our hosts
suck him off, is maybe more like it
and if i didnt strike a nerve, then you are just a shit

left in the yard along with the trash
or tied to a car, forgotten, turned to mash
are you so delicate that you need
someone to tell you that you've pee'd

all over yourself once more
turning into a puddle on the floor
you know you have to clean that up
so get to licking, just like a pup

then kicked, and beaten like that same dog
and left to die, lost in the fog
so no longer will you be
just wait and see

just a quick note for you, netniv, my dear
that pic is starting to cum along, dont fear
trying to work on it when i can
finding the time, fixing the cam

probably wil have to buy a new one
or maybe a digital camera, wouldn't that be fun?

:cool: :cool: :cool:

and still you have to post your abuse
with your fanny the size of a dock,
I've done nowt to set you off,
so suck my fucking cock.

your verse means nothing, its fantasy,
and has no basis in fact,
and cos your words are based round turds,
your verse has little impact.

if you chose to look back at this thread,
then perhaps you would see,
that your the one who cant let this go,
and keeps posting hate at me.

even when i dont respond,
you still try to enrage,
try acting like a grown up girl,
and not your mental age.

hello again my leetle chums
Ive come to kick your english bums
There seems to be some sad retorts
flying back and forth without much thoughts.

So here I am to cheer your day,
Did you know that Will Young was Gay?
He slept with Elton John they say,
but not last week, and not today.

if it's cock sucking that you really want, fluke
then maybe you should find some bum whose puked
because you'll not get it from the women on here
because they don't know what they'll catch from you, I fear.

You act all hard, with your biker chums,
or try to hide behind one of their mums
but you couldn't stand on your own two feet
and would run away scared should we ever meet.

Liontamer, you pics will surely delight
my hand and my pulse, all through the night
and if it's a camera that you will need
just come on over, and I'll help finish the deed.

whose bum puked? yes that makes sense,
you talk of your incontinence?
not running away, Im waiting still,
and if you're coming, you'd best make a will.

can I just add, that I find it quite sad,
that most peoples poems are nasty,
and from here where i lie, I would spit in their eye,
but I've just shoved my gob full of pastie.

Here I am rhyming gayly, as I try to do daily,
I hope I'm not being a bore,
I'll reply in a trice, to poems that are nice,
But the nasty ones, now, I'll ignore.

So I think I will latch, onto Minxoids clipped snatch,
(of poem you pervs, you're so flirty),
cos she's lobbed us a line, which I'm using to climb,
from the mire, as my name's getting dirty.

She asked me politely, and just kicked me slightly,
to add to the Will Young affray,
So heres a quick verse, which I could have made worse,
on the subject of Will being gay.

he's a star, for him small girls go dotty,
but he says that they're too young and spotty,
but the truth is he loves,
when his bumpal-boy shoves,
the full length of his nob up his botty.

you could see he was gay, on the show,
yet we all watched his following grow,
I'd never have voted,
if i had of noted,
the fact that on dicks he did blow.

Minxy brought a Will Young ball, for us to kick around,
she showed her skill, it gave a thrill, it never touched the ground,
she kicked it round a bit before, earlier in the poem,
but no-one chased it, it was wasted, so she took it hoem.

So now I've had a little play, and seen it can be fun,
verse on gays could last for days, but sadly, I must run,
I'll leave the ball here on the ground, so you guys can still play,
maybe a zero, might turn hero, and have something to say.....

This poem I have missed,
cos i've been getting pissed,
So I'm posting 5 lines,
of daft little rhymes,
to put it on top of the list.

two days ive been away, my dears
and not so much as hearty cheers.
pb486 has me in a state
his totals close to mine my fate

is sealed, and I dont know
if his pace im sure to go
so forgive my brevity
ive some catching up to do you see...

quick then minxy, out of bed,
go post a line to every thread,
minimum words allowed is three,
else you're no better than Pb.

I always try and achieve a standard
something that would please my grandad,
but instead of eating bread
he'll do without coz he is dead.

Your standard is good
that can't be denied
I could say its crap
but then i'd have lied.
This thread just goes on
and i'm curious to know
that in these rhymes theres talent
so where does it go
In the posts every day
They go round and round
They spout stuff thats funny
but rarely profound
So please help all you zeroes
get on here and post
show us your view points
and prove wrong my boast
andy

But prove wrong your boast they shall never do
because then they'd go from zero's to someone like you
and as that happens then they'd seal their fate
if they ever dared become just like pb468.

I could get offended at Andy the Pie
I could do some voodoo with pins in his eye
but I wont, coz I dont want to upset the guy
Hi! Pie!

So you quite like our humour but dont like the filling
so do something about it, show wit width and willing,
Post threads of some interest, and respond with no melee
and your pie crust will fill with some prime pork and jelee!

Dont discount the efforts of those that do post,
but welcome the newbies far better than most,
coz with time and good fodder then the whole site will grow,
and for our efforts there'll be something to show.

Minxy my dear
no offence was intended
your poems are good
your reply was well rendered
I just miss the pope
he was intelligent and deep
with his witty insights
and his jokes about sheep
I'll try to take up his mantle
and write better posts
about the absurdity of existence
i'll be like popes ghost
I don't want to disparage
Those that would write
apart from PB468
cos his posts are shite
Now i can post pictures
watch out for some threads
Dogbomb forever
until i am dead

andy

But where did he go, coz I rarely did meet him
His holinessdpope, I wanted to greet him.
Coz he appears to like the same things as I do.
They're warm and theyre woolly and they do grape like poo.

You will not see, that guy that you wanted to
because it seems he doesn't think enough of li'l ol' you
And after many arguments fights and scraps
he's gone of the board, forever, perhaps.

And who was the one, that was fighitng with him
was it you friendly, old, Star Trek Captain Jim?
no, for even spock was not involved in this one
and would only have said "illogical" to the things that were done

So, now just you think, and maybe fear
for that one, who you might be gettin' a li'l dear
and remember the price that has been paid with their blood
by non other than netniV, the devil of the neighbourhood

devil, you? or angel, i think not.
definetly devil, just too damn hot!!
are you the one who keeps spying?
or just the one that i am eyeing?

watching all and never being seen!
it is you for which i am keen!
always there and nowhere at all
it is you for which i may fall!!

the others have never meant a thing,
just waiting for the phone to ring.
whilst they waited, it was you
for which i decided to woo!!

my bed awaits your anticipated arrival, love
or is it to yours, i must fly, this dove
no words could ever express,
how much i want you to undress!

i will defend you to the death!
preferably theirs, probably from meth!
up their noses, and in their veins,
hope the needle breaks and gives them pains!

those who speak badly of you, my dear,
will have their dreams murdered with fear.
for it is you that i admire and adore.
pb468 is just a post whore!!

hisholliness can just stay away,
if you wish, for that i will pay!
my verse may be just a tad short
but off to work i must go, to build a fort!

;) ;) ;)

roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
but this one doesn't
andy

Andy your verse just made me laugh
and make me wonder if I need a bath
for your ryhme was making perfect sense
but then I couldn't finish it, coz you got all tense.

Don't think from this poem, I'm hiding and quaking,
I'm rounding my verses, they're still in the making,
I'll not coast, and I'll post cos, a day off I'm taking,
Let the boss cope, (I hope), he don't think that I'm faking.

It's now over a month since i a-pologised,
to old Robin the Trout who abuses,
but behind that sad verse, a big grin was disguised,
'cos whoever doesn't post surely loses?

The fact that I 'sorried', just got her all worried,
she ain't posted a thing since that day.
Open gated, I waited, her hatred negated,
seems she's stuck without jack-poop to say.

So without rhyming lists, or the use of my fists,
old Robin is duly despatched.
Though it may be too early, I'll say 'Goodbye girly',
My itch has been veritably scratched.

But it's not happy days, when a dogbomb PUP strays,
So let's all hope that Robin comes back,
and posts something nice, like I have done twice,
'cos there's nowt' left for her to attack.

hello super dogbomb poopers, here's a little verse,
I got a cough, had the day off, I think I need a nurse,
a matron type, who smokes a pipe, you know, one with big bones,
a real old hag, with tits that sag, and pants like Bridget Jones.

ok I'll have another go, if you've got nowt to say,
I just kissed the milkman, and I think I'm going gay,
I sorta hope he'll marry me, cos he's got lots of cash,
but only if he shaves right off his big old hairy 'tache.

OOh, flukey ya little demon, you should just pay your bill,
unless its not the milk you want but a cheap and sordid thrill.
If you plan on doing fudgepacking you probably could do better.
Why don't you try the postman, next time he brings a letter?

Why thankyou Minx, alas methinks, it's over with the posty,
For he arrives too early, when I'm wrapped up warm and toasty.
praps I'll call the Leccy board, or better still the gasman,
but look who's just arrived outside, a dirty, smelly ashman.

The ashman might look quite good now, but his fashion sense is lacking.
He likes to dress in lady clothes, so please just send him packing.
He likes his men a perfect ten, and so you'd probably do,
but dont forget that if he sweats the ash will get on you.

Oh silly me I'm stoopid, I should think befoe I witter,
about which council workmen I'd let take me up the shitter,
but never mind, I won't go blind, so there's no need to panic,
I think I'll try the garage, where I'll chat up a mechanic.

Fluke what is your need today for workmen and their tools,
I'd have thought that more your sort were not those kind of fools.
Go sleep with men, come back and then you tell us all the good stuffs
Coz super flukes become the duke of mincing girly bum puffs.

Nice one minxy
I'll try not to be jinxy
with my short peom of truth
that ain't so long in the tooth

NetniV's seen that I'm a queen, and now he's at my gate,
But see all day, I have been gay, because I have been staight.
Is that a bit confusing?, take a moment if you need,
Staight to the point, straight(without a joint), makes me gay, when I'm straight, with the weed.
oh poop, now I've confused myself, but I know what makes sense,....
That I wil nob both boys and girls, it makes no difference,

Me? Be confused? I think it's that has been
because you are starting to see things that just can't be seen
For I'll become, confused, is that the word?
just from reading the ramblings of a silly little turd.

well of you go and read them, cos you won't find them round here,
I think you read your own too much, confused from drinking beer?,
when first i used the word confused it was for everyone,
but you went and took it personal, and reacted like pond scum.

Up the Bum it can be fun, in fact Ive heard its great
The only problem really comes when you want to procreate.
There aint no joys in two young boys attempting to have babies.
But dont go shagging dogs in france, because you might get rabies.

But even pond scum, just has to be
better than you could ever become, you see?
So fear not, my little friend, whose joke is over
go find yourself some luck, with a dead four leaf clover.

Minx is right, buttholes are tight, but there is nothing better,
Than a corgis' arse, in long wet grass, or a shag with an english setter,
spaniels need spanking, while owners are wanking, you can fuck hounds again and again,
but don't let them on top, cos you will never stop, the advance from a horny great dane.

And so your words are becoming lame
as you talk of doing that great dane
But then, you could only ever get dogs
oh, and those big fat hairy hogs.

We had a great dane when I was 5, just a mere nipper, barely alive.
She lived in our home, and was only a pup,
but taller than me, when stood on a cup.

She didnt stay long though, my mother got rid,
when coming downstairs every day as she did.
She found that our doggy who just grew and grew,
was leaving her massive great parcels of poo.

She wouldnt have minded if it was outside
but the poor thing was nervous, and outside she cried.
I loved that dog, that once was our pet
but I didnt love wading through shit covered carpet.

Keep on pushin' netniV old chum, maybe you'll get a reaction,
But no, I'll still post nicey-nice, to deny you your satisfaction,
So Lah-lah-lah, im singing now, my fingers in my ears,
So I cant hear your griping, and your whining, and your tears.

But now you see, you have a fetish for things
for dogs, and shit, and other stuff that just mings
and if you don't know what that "mings" word means
it is the feeling you get from wearing shit covered jeans!

Do you know I sit here as you bicker around me
But I had a revalation, I finally found me.
I thought I was lost, but Im not so thats cool.
Dya think that they'll let me back in at the school?

I don't think that they would let you go in
because of the smell from the places you'd been
and so you must now goto a specialist school
and feel very much like an old haggard fool :)

I wont bother replying, while young netniV's in a mood,
happy posting would be wasted, on his stinking attitude,
So I'm not making rhymes, even though silence will bore me,
Oh shit I'm such a tit, cos these four lines just replied for me.

Alas, I just had to delete a post
and make it become like a ghost
as Bubbavirus, posted some weird shit
because Ic ouldn't understand it.

It's such a pity, when posts are shitty, and need to be deleted,
they need a slap, for posting crap, the rest of us feel cheated,
but netniV's here, this ship to steer, through ice channels narrow and thin,
but he don't steer round icebergs, he just pops them in the bin.*lol*

hello there happy homos, I am the duke of puff,
I'd like to suck your willies off, and other pervy stuff,
but not without protection, cos i hear your arse is spunky,
maybe we'll get Pb round, and use him as a dunky.

Oh god im bored, I'm still unwell,
came into work, it's quiet as hell,
enthusiasm has started to wain,
hence Im posting poop again.

That is because, I'm one mean fucker
who doesn't even waste time trying to pucker
up for those occasions when things get all hard
when the weak try to fight me, in a stupid little facade.

Why would you want to pucker up you schmuck
Do you kiss your enemies ass for luck?
Dont be fooled or completely misled,
You'll dispatch them better with a punch in the head.

You see you misread my post back there
because you could see for all your hair
upon your face, your neck and chin
and what's worse is it's thick, not nice an' thin!

unlike netniV's soft bumfluff,
which he thinks makes him look tough,
I know its prerequisite to smoking grass,
but it makes your face look like my arse.*lol*

Are you calling me a hairy mare,
I wondered why the people stare!
And now I know I am hirsute,
I'll shave my chin and splash some Brut.

If you've got Brut on yer bathroom shelf,
when you splash it, take it easy,
It's been hanging around there since '79
And even back then it was cheesy.

Cheesey doesn't begin to describe at all
all those horrible thoughts of stained things on the wall
which came from the spashes of brut and old spice
that should really have been first tested on mice!

brut and old spice, and hia karate,
you'd get from yer gran at each christmas party,
but don't forget stratos, and yardley gold,
and paco rabanne, which the off-license sold.

But you see, apart from Brut and Old Spice
I never heard of these other things that ain't nice.
My gran would never by me something so cheap
as that stuff that could make you just simply weep!

For that stuff was nasty, and horrible to taste
and putting on your body is a terrible waste
for I think it would be, far much better to use
as part of a bomb, with someone's nose as the fuse!

Aww thats a shame, Yardley Gold was quite vile,
you could smell open bottles from over a mile,
Now then Paco Rabanne was quite cool for a while,
but just like the others it's gone out of style,
So now it's all Hugo, even Jazz dissappeared,
and the only safe answer; don't splash, grow a beard.

But then, even with a beard on yoru face
there's something about the smell of mace
especially as it's being spirted into your eye
making sure you can't see the stars in the sky!

mace is ace, but acid's better,
it burns the skin, and gets you wetter,
and just before i get a blowjob,
I like to pour some on my nob.

What fools are you to mess with toxins?
It tricks like that, that will put you box in.
Maybe next time something less dope,
have a quick wank with a soap on a rope.

Ive got to stop writing these daft little poems,
cos I've got a long one im trying to get going,
it wont be long now before i do post it,
then you lot can all laff, and say 'god that was shit'

But laughing at your short little poems,
is what really keeps us all goin'
So now you can go and prepare
your 'big one' with us all to share

But whilst you are gone, I'll just take this time
to prove to your all that Fluke is a lime
he's a soft squishy fruit, that can't be well used
but he can be sat on, and thumped and abused

so whil he is gone, let us all take advantage now
of the things we can do to him, like making him Minxy's cow
He'd make a good woman, would our dear li'l Fluke
although most men, upon approaching, would probably puke.

But there'll be out there, some fat bastard for sure
that won't be aware, after eight pints or more
that Fluke is not all that she appears to be
a bit like the things that you might find in the sea.

He takes his time to produce something big
which is most likely upon his head, a massive wig
to disguise the fact that the beard on his face
has been there some time, and the hair's in the wrong place

for if he was a cow, therefore a woman of dear charm
then he'd walk around on all fours, feeding off the farm
And from a cow, he most likely would turn
to a pig, who on a fire, we could roast but not burn

And so as we reach, the end of my posting
the pig on the fire, that we are currently roasting
would make some nice food, as around it we hop
waiting for the meat to cook, to give us some chops!

thats one of the best that ive seen
ya big flirty girl dancing queen
5 little bars
to say my haha's
and im off to dust with mr sheene

And so there goes, that girl called Fluke
whose most likely, her dinner to puke
Because she'd never find be able to marry a duke
unless it was after the fall out from a nuke

Plastic surgery might be the only thing to help
but there's no anesthestic, so there's bound to be a welp
or maye there would more likely be, a sharp loud single scream
as he'd faint off, to never never land, that he would dream.

Now minxy is a character that I could write about
because she's always here, and about that there is no doubt
But lately, I'm beginning to wonder, with all this talk of sheep and cow
because it means that she's not really all there now

But if she was ever all there, then i demand someone send me proof
that she was ever more than, a four-legged thing, living outside without a roof
Something tells me though that it might not be
anything that you could really prove and send to me

Heres a quick impression, see if you know who it is;
"I'm really 'intellegent', and you're all thick as wizz!,
my ego is so up itself, i keep it on the shelf,
and I'd rather not say nothing, so I'll contradict myself."

The impression you have there, sounds like, at least ot me
to be none other than the worst of all, that infamous ol' PB.
But then when you mentioned saying nothing at all, it was too good to be true
and so I now wallow slowly, feeling terribly terribly blue.

Don't you wallow netty, you have up to ten goes,
It wasn't PBfuckshithate, It could have been I s'pose,
I'll have to give a hint or clue if you don't get it soon,
cos for someone 'without a life' this 'boy' is a buffoon!
:rolleyes:

http://homepage.ntlworld.com/chris.biker/lime.gif
Hello I'm a lime, to be thumped and abused,
Im not soft and squishy, just somewhat confused,
I'll dance round your roast, while you hop, watch me move!
when the flooks cooked, cut and squeeze me, his taste I'll improve.

A lime you might very well be
but improving taste? Well, we'll see
because you've tried to write a verse
and all I see is things gettin' worse.

Too late I've gorra go to work, I'll quickly brush my hair,
and if there's space, i'll finish this poem, when I arrive down there.

wahayy I got down here real fast, I must be Barry Sheene,
so maybe I will spray myself, and give my desk a clean.

so now this ship is empty, hang on a mo, I'll check,
yup, the cabins are all locked up, and theres no-one up on deck,
so now I'll run round screaming, in my underpants and vest,
cos dogbombs boat, is still afloat, but it's like the Marie Celeste.

but there i spy a figure, a'standing on the quay,
he's got a sign atop his bonce that says 'the_did thats me!'
So in vain hope, I've thrown a rope, for diddy to climb up,
so he can post a little rhyme and lose his status of pup.

Well lets see.......

the one named fluke attemped to post,
in order for the_did "thats me" to make the most,
The forum name domgbomb where he asked
Why they post?, What is this art?
I say fuck it, let them be and pay my part

THE_DID

Post Number 2, maybeone day i'll get it!

but by the time i wrote my verse, the figure was not there,
perhaps he's fallen in the dock, perhaps though I don't care,
cos now again I'll run about, with my finger up my arse,
making jokes and drinking cokes, and smoking lots of grass.

i take it back, i am a twat, the did, did reappear
he caught me in my underpants and smiled from ear to ear,
he posted here a little rhyme, like me, the folk to bore'em,
so I'll just say "Hi Diddy-dude!, and welcome to our forum."

I know the man of whom you speak, before, in earlier verse.
The arrogant one of IQ high the one whose quite perverse.
I dare not speak his sordid name, in case he might be hearing
but in the face of such intelligence, Im not sure I should be appearing.

And if that one to which you refer, is none other than me
then it may be that the statement you made, never truer could it be.
But if it's not, then it's all a lie, for I am by far the worst
so don't you ever try to forget this, or maybe I'll send around Geoff Hurst!

hooray you'v all appeared, so I'll lower the gangplank,
praps you'd like to come on board, I'll promise not to wank,
but if I should be overcome, by my horny desire,
then praps you'd chuck me overboard, and quench my flaming fire.

that paranoia that you have has got you in its grip,
its just not you you silly moo, you'll have to let it slip
coz you were there without a care in my little waiting room
to see the fight that happened last night with someone sent to doom

But you should never have a fight
without there to make it right
by bringing forth my super dick
that can kill with a single flick.

I've finished my daft poem, sorry it took so long,
so now please go and take a pee, and settle with your bong,
cos this next rhyme, might take some time, to reach a late conclusion,
but bear in mind that what I write, is borne of deep confusion.
So here it comes, my dogbomb chums, I hope you're comfortably sat,
so read these words,(again they're turds), which from my mouth I shat.

It's time to gather round now folks, as I recount a tale,
about a man named Louis Ball, a whore, and a barrel of ale.
T'was in days old, when kids were sold, and faces were all scabby,
when men wore britches, with big coarse stitches, and only the rich folk were flabby.

Now Louis was a strapping lad, who worked hard chopping trees,
his iron arms and washboard abs brought wenches to their knees,
they came to watch the beads of sweat, run down his skin of copper,
and marvel at the skillful way, in which he used his chopper.

But Lou was bored with country life, he thought the smell was manky,
he rustled up a nice packed lunch, and wrapped it in a hanky,
then down the road, he gayly strode, his chopper swinging low,
until he met a forest thief, who thought he'd have a go.

The thief had seen young Louis' chopper, glistening in the sun,
he thought that he'd just grab it, as he passed by on the run,
but Louis grabbed one end of it, he wasn't letting go,
and though the thief was strong and tough, he was no worthy foe,

pretty soon the thief was beat, unconsious on the floor,
but louis wasnt satisfied, his chopper wanted more,
he stood atop the dying thief, and with a maniacal laugh,
he brought his chopper crashing down, and split his head in half.

More than enough for any man, the sight of the gore he'd created,
but lou had the taste of blood in his mouth, his appetite still was not sated,
he whipped out his knife, and he slashed and he sliced, though the smell of the thiefs death was foul,
then as daylight faded, young louis felt jaded, and proceeded to eat the thiefs bowel.

His strength had been tested, but now fed and rested, louis set off down the track,
but last nights little tussle, where he needed his muscle, meant he walked with one eye looking back,
through freezing cold rivers, which gave him the shivers, through forests and farmland he strode,
till his nose started smelling, roast beef from a dwelling, so he made his way to that abode.

The house was quite small, and had moss on the wall, and a roof that was thatched out of twigs,
there were cages of stoats, and some free roaming goats, and a pen that was full up with pigs,
so he pulled on the string, to make the bell ring, which he thought he would hear from the garden,
As he took up the torque, a chicken went 'squark', and said 'fuck me', to which Lou said 'Pardon?'

With the noise of the bird, Louis knew he'd been heard, and the door started opening wide,
and his eyes became glazed, as he stood there amazed, at the creature before him, inside,
standing there in the hall, wearing nothing at all, was what Louis considered perfection,
then her father he spied, with a gun by his side, but he still couldn't hide, his erection.

'come in' said the blonde, 'of big choppers I'm fond', but her father said 'Nothing comes free',
'and unless you've got cash, then you can't have no gash', 'that's a privelidge reserved for me.'
Louis was gutted, so back off he strutted, the seeds of a plan started forming,
and soon Louis knew, the things he must do, and he vowed to return in the morning.

He met an old yokel, who showed him the local, and Louis strolled into the bar,
where stood an old trout, with her boobs hanging out, the ugliest Lou'd seen by far,
'Oh friendly Innkeeper, is this pub a sleeper?', said Louis, 'one night by the fire?',
and the Landlord said 'yes, won't you please be my guest, then thats 2 groats and sixpence please squire.'

but our Louis was broke, this was beyond a joke, and his patience was wearing quite thin,
'Now look, don't be mean, i can cook and I'll clean, if you'll just let me stay at your inn'
but the keeper said 'Naww, but you see that fat whore, thats my maneating beast of a wife',
'so you go ahead, and sleep in her bed, you'll need luck to escape with your life.'

'I'm not shagging that, do you think I'm a prat', said Louis 'unless, umm, you're paying?'
the inkeeper looked pleased, as he dropped to his knees, and our Lou thought he might have been praying,
'Now here's an idea, I could pay you in beer, would 2 pints a night do the trick?'
'Fuck off now you're joking, what have you been smoking, a barrel per night for my dick!'

The price was agreed, then young Louis did need, a stiff drink for the long night ahead,
so he downed a quick whiskey, to make him feel frisky, then headed for her dreaded bed,
Lou wraped up his willy, in lace white and frilly, in an effort to fight off her germs,
'If im gonna fuckit, I'll make use of this bucket, to catch all my valuable sperms.'

As he lay there alone, Louis fondled his bone, all excited from his little tipple,
open wide swung the door, silhouetting the whore, who was standing there sucking her nipple,
this abominable sight, made young Lou's arse go tight, as the whore wobbled into the room,
then she lay on the bed, put her legs by her head, and our Lou could see right up her womb.

he reached down to his cock, which was hard as a rock, and inserted it up the whores clout,
Then he shoved in his mac, to take up the slack, and stop his dick waggling about,
If the whore had of known, his nob wasn't alone, she might well have laughed at his chopper,
but the padded out feeling, had Lou's fat whore squealing, she liked to be shagged good and proper.

All through the night, Lou thought through his plight, while he shagged the fat whores every hole,
and by dawns early light, he was covered in shite, from his balls to the end of his pole,
He walked down to the bar, to collect his cigar, and the barrel of ale that he'd won,
and the landlords surprise, was quite plain in his eyes, as Lou told him that he had had fun.

Louis ate a hearty meal, the landlords parting gift,
he tucked his chopper in his belt, the barrel he did lift,
he hoisted it up on his chest, then on to his right shoulder,
and just to even out the strain, on his left Lou carried a boulder.

he set out in the morning sun, with thoughts of blonde godesses,
down curly winding forest paths, with curves like Sennas' esses,
Louis couldn't find the house, and soon started to fear,
but then a goat said 'bollocks!' and he knew he must be near.

Sure enough then, there it was, the house of his desire,
Lou wanted to get in there, and shag blondie by the fire,
he rung the bell, and sure as hell, that chicken squalked "fuck me",
so obligingly he nobbed him, and then ate him for his tea.

The old man wasn't best too pleased, "you stoopid chopping fucker!,
You had sex with my doorbell, now you've turned him into tucker,
I ort to shoot you in the ass, with my new fangled gun,
but I wanna see wots in that grate big barrel wot you brung."

"aha" said clever Louis, for his plan was taking form,
"It's a new imported animal, most different from the norm,
I'd let you see but it would flee, and then we'd never catch it,
thats why the barrel's bolted up, and tightened with a ratchet."

"Don't be mean" the old guy crowed, "I love new animals",
"tough luck old goat" said Louis "cos I only show my pals."
"Well I'm yer pal, yeah I'm yer mate, please show me like ya orta"
"okay then mate" said Louis, "staight, after I've fucked your daughter"

Inside the shack, she was laid on her back, with her legs waving high in the air,
but he found it too tough, to get through her muff, so he tried shaving her pubic hair,
well it worked like a treat, and Lou stabbed his man meat, in and out, bringing both satisfaction,
but the bitch kept on squalking, she wouldn't stop talking, it left Lou with one course of action.

he withdrew his whopper, and grabbed hold his chopper, and swung it for all he was worth,
and with one swift, and swordly swipe, it sliced through her naked necks girth,
finaly with some peace, Lou at last could now release, his thick wad up the dead and headless mare,
and although his nob was flagging, from the last 12 hours of shagging, he fucked her face, while gripping to her hair.

now of course the old man was still waiting outside, cos he wanted to look in the barrel,
So Lou tidied his hair, then smoothed out his eybrows, and brushed down his bloodstained apparel,
under the house and then into the basement, our hero had led the old fella'
where he hacked his chest open and ate all the organs, and buried the rest in the cellar.

now although she was dead, the young blonde girlies' head, held a beauty to rival a rose,
so to keep girls in check, Lou hung it from his neck, on a chain, through a ring, in her nose,
he drunk himself legless, and shagged the corpse headless, and thought that he'd quite like it here,
he would make what he could, by chopping down wood, and the barmaid would keep him in beer.

so thats about the end of it, The Tale of Louis Ball,
he had a whopper chopper, and he knew no fear at all,
The house lights now are rising, and the ushers have moved in,
and the curtain's fully closed now, and the spotlight has gone dim.
Oh hark at me I've lost the plot, I thought I was playing at Wembley,
But we're not, so clear the hall now please, we need it for morning assembly.

I'll sit and wait, me little mate for your next sterling work,
There'd be no wait if you were 468, coz hes a total jerk.
So I cruise, and try to snooze, Im going to find the lag,
to see who has most of all the post, this or kiss kill shag.

Oh, no, at last, Ive been surpassed,
this poem is now bigger.
I should have stayed away from here
and gone and cashed me jigger.

If I had thought that once Id bought
a ticket to the Prizes,
it would be snatched before Id hatched
two balls of different sizes

But it's not really whose posted the most to this or that other thread
but it's about the quantity and quality of what's written therein instead
so forget about numbers and how many pages your thread has been going on
remember that this thread started first, and so don't you dare become a don!.

dont you take the moral high, you played the game as well,
you've teased me much over the days about whose thread did swell.

It wont take much to lose my touch, Im far too happy to wallow.
Coz todays our 4 year anniversary, so Im as soft as mallow.

I can now be amazed buy the rhymes and such wit,
where al are free to post and do as they see fit,
from such a nice welcome by a poet named fluke,
Im drawn into the posts without need to puke,
With such poets with flair they post till tom noon,
Let them go forth and sniff out some p00n!

THE_DID "New cumer and urban poet"

well done Minxy, and congrats,
4 years of highs we hope, not flats,
A loving relationship, sealed with 2 rings,
can be one of lifes' most beautiful things.

But if that's the case, then why does it always feel
that those rings are more likely your death to seal
for you might forget that I have once borne
the strife and the grief from the rings I have worn.

So beware what you say, because it's not all true
and if you persist, then I'll have to choke you blue
Once that has happened, I'll call up the smurfs
and let them all know, your taking over smurfette's little turf.

Well maybe the rings that you did wear
Werent meant for you, not then, not there,
and maybe you have yet to see
How good those rings have yet to be.

But your rings could never make make me happy
like than when as a kid smearing the walls with my nappy
but if I got my own again, I know that much would be different
especially as I get to sex, my favourite women with or without her consent....

Her ring won't make you happy, but yours will do for me,
I'd like to take you up the butt, on primetime live TV,
The rings are really nothing, they're no more than a token,
they won't hold you together, when relationships are broken.
The best idea, not to go queer, but never to get wed,
then you can have as many sluts, as you like in your bed.

I, previously, had lots of slits within my fair old bed
but then I kept falling through, and almost ended up dead
so I filled them in and covered them up, with a matress and pillow
but now I hear lots of noises and I know not whats below

you are a pair of lunatics, of that there is no doubt,
and you leave me here with little to say, in fact Ill have to shout.
THERE AINT NO SHITE BOUT MRS RIGHT, SHES OUT THERE CAN YOU SEE IT?
But I dont care coz Im not there, and I already be it...

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, my dear old friend
but you ain't Mrs. Right, so I'm gonna have to in the end
to aid you fix your dreams of delusion
and clear that head that's filled with confusion.

I might not be YOUR Mrs Right, but that dont mean Im no-ones.
And I could chart with hand on heart the times that Ive been lone once.
I did not say to you this day, that I would be that lady.
In fact to do, that stuff to stu would be considered shady.

Excuse me mr netniV, its me that is confused,
you made it sound like it was minx, with those words that you used,
Hang on let me prove it, cos I'm here eating drinks,
and I'll thankyou not to pass my mantle onto little minx.

But if I want to switch you two, then that is up to me
because you see, what ever happens, it'll be to her and thee
do not fret, for I don't care, I do whatever I please
me and me alone, but to everyone else I simply tease.

well when i see sincerity like that, it truly warms my heart.
Oh no, its indigestion and it came out as a fart.

When farts come out, I scream and shout, cos I don't like them smelly,
of rotten eggs, and chicken legs, digesting in my belly,
to hold them in, is quite a sin, although they smell of poo,
be careful when you let one out, that you don't follow through.
*lol*

That's because you eat too many beans
trying to improve your little stage scenes
your Romeo, your Hamlet, your McBeth too
but when your backs turned, we're all laughing at you!

well thats quite alright, Shakespeare's meant to be funny,
unlike your prose, and your nose which is runny,
But staging a Hamlet?, why thats a cigar,
and i think that I'll smoke one tonight in the bar.

its important with cigars that you dont inhale,
or you'll end up with lungs that are incredibly stale.
they'll eat themselves from front to back,
and that will make your breath quite slack.

speaking of bars, i have to go home,
and comfort my 9bar, he's been all alone,
but just wait, lump of weed, cos im soon on my way,
I just love a good smoke at the end of the day.

Why wait till the end if you have a nine bar,
You could spend the day under a herbal star.
I do, thats how I get so far,
and then stop.

But your breath being slack, is not the only thing
about you that is so lose, in its an absolute ming
that your hair can fall so fast upon somebodies floor
all because they went and opened their living room wood door!

netniV's gone and lost it, prolly down the loo,
he's given up coherency, and started talking poo,
p'raps I'll send the boys around, to ease young nettys' pain,
they'll take away the cabbage, that he's using for a brain.

If you feel that I've began to start talking poo
then there's really one thing to say, and that's boo hoo to you
for what I wrote there made perfect sense, and maybe in time you'll see
that when I right, it's hard to read, to understand dead you must really be

hold on you little turnip, i hope that you're not saying,
that in my life, you're causing strife, and with my head you're playing?
But I'm really fuckin hoping that you don't know what you've said,
cos I'm about, to go find out, and if you do you're dead.

no you blinkin' don't , so there, my turnip word was right,
It was a netniV wibble verse, which causes me delight.
I was gonna go outside, and fly my little plane,
but I don't think that I will right now, it's started pissing rain.

It wasn't a netniV wibble verse, that much you have got wrong
don't you know you have more of chins, than you'll have of wongs?
In fact, I'd go so far to say, that you have far more chin
than ever found in the phone book, and it's not exactly thin!

wibble wubble wobble
fishy to your bobble
lard and cheese
howling breeze

im laughing as hard as i probably can
coz the two of you are funny man
if only i could stay and laugh all night
at your old age banter and wibbly shite.

Don't look at me, I'll point at him,
for his is posted like a whim
there is no substance, or truth to his
where as I point out simply this.

you know that hes not the only one who thought your verse was mad
i told you to sort it out before pb could be had,
with stuff like that within these walls he'll be here surely soon.
Or my name isnt big fat red arssed babboon...

This one for minxy, I wish that i could,
get well wrecked all day in a field or a wood,
but I am employed see I'm somebodys munkee,
I work well when stoned, but he'll call me a junky.

you guessed my impression, and got it quite right,
It was my new friend, that I made here last night,
and I was quite impressed at the way you avoided,
nasty comebacks, with verse skillfully woided.

if you check on that thread, its apparent to see,
that he did come say sorry for his part in the
destruction of the thread which he was taking part in
his words were like bunny rabbits blissfully fartin.

im back from my rainbow ride
gotten off that slide
and what do i find here
have you all been drinking waaaay too much beer?

a lunatics raving on and more
about chopping off the head of a whore
and my netniv being invited to queer out
with a faggot without any clout

on and on about turnips and cabbage
what a bunch of garbage
fluke your poem was way too long
quit smoking on your bong

i fell asleep half way through it
when i awoke, it was still shit
by the way, what are you nuts?
calling out robin, again, she hates your guts

although i havent seen her back here
i dont think it was you, my dear
probably found herself a man
or out driving her van

waiting for the sun to shine
to get a tan, with netnivs name on my behind
gonna take a pic of that to be sure
trying to be a little demure

i wish it wasnt so cold
i wanted to be a little bold
and do some nude sunbathing for fun
then maybe go for a run

congrat, minx, on your anniversary this year
im sure your happy with your dear
true love is such a wonder
but it just makes some of us ponder

so back to my giant slide
to go for another ride
i dont care if fluke doesnt like my verse
personally i think he is just a little perverse

:) :) :)

now watch as I copy you,
your timing is poo,
so i will smoke my bong
your first verse, the last line is waaay far too long

go smoke your bong, you freak
all it does is makes you meek
so smoke away and hope you die
your brain you are going to fry

:cool: :cool: :cool:

abuse abuse, let me post some,
you silly fucker, drink my cum,
suck my cock, and kiss my butt,
you stupid fuckin ignorant slut.

Hey I've been out drinking, came walking home thinking, about silly poems I'd write,
but when I got back, I met tamers' attack, It's no more than the usual shite.

but it does rub me up, cos she's only a pup, you'd have thought that by now she would see,
only posting abuse, makes her look like a goose, when i chop it up just like Bruce Lee.


*lol*

You really shouldn't have bothered to try
because you are just simply gonna cry
as I show you what your insides look like
when I shove your head up your ass, like plugging a dyke!

netniv's desperate as can be,
that is plain for all to see,
He'll defend a Merkin hag,
on the offchance of a shag.

Not fuckin' likely, you little dipshit
but I have decided to label you 'pb468'
And so your now doomed to be ugly as hell
and lots of other nasty things ... oh well!

but will he get laid? i really do doubt it,
3 weeks ago Tamer thought he was cowshit,
but now he's all licky, and boy does he show it,
a million to one shag, he's scared that he'll blow it.

yeah? yeah? come on then netty,
stop playin' wiv your spaghetti,
hit me with another rhyme,
but try and make it hurt this time.

you see fluke, i can be persuaded to change my thoughts
but my affections cannot be bought
netniv has proved himself a worthy man
unlike you who takes it up the can

silly faggot, dicks are for chicks, i know ive said this
and i will say it again, so why dont you go drink your own piss
if you could suck your own dick you would
just like a freak in the neighborhood

bike club, is that all you have for fun?
work, and your bong up your bun?
get a clue and a life
or maybe netniv will lend you his knife

to cut off your infectious dick at will
cause what you got, there isnt any pill
no cure for being an ass
you'll never get it from this little lass

i would have hoped robin would be back by now
to give you what you rightly deserve, you cow
you bring it all on yourself, all alone
i bet you even killed your dog with your bone

did that hurt, i hope it did
so go suck your bong some more, kid
kill all those brain cells while your at it
we can tell youve lost alot already, go get lit

prove yourself the ass you are
you'll never go very far
in life to be sure, nor in death, ever
never will you be very clever

:) :) :)

fluke spouted:
It's now over a month since i a-pologised,
to old Robin the Trout who abuses,
but behind that sad verse, a big grin was disguised,
'cos whoever doesn't post surely loses?

The fact that I 'sorried', just got her all worried,
she ain't posted a thing since that day.
Open gated, I waited, her hatred negated,
seems she's stuck without jack-poop to say.

So without rhyming lists, or the use of my fists,
old Robin is duly despatched.
Though it may be too early, I'll say 'Goodbye girly',
My itch has been veritably scratched.

But it's not happy days, when a dogbomb PUP strays,
So let's all hope that Robin comes back,
and posts something nice, like I have done twice,
'cos there's nowt' left for her to attack.

Well, puke, you asked for it.
Don't say you didn't.
And the reason I haven't posted in a while,
Because I've been off on an isle.

Haven't had much of a chance to check in and post.
But I did see your "appology". And your boast.
Do you really expect me to take you at face value?
After what has been said about a cow by you?

You must be very unhappy in life, right?
Afterall, you just want to start a fight.
If netniV and Liontamer want to get it on.
Who are you, to spoil all their fun?

If you haven't noticed, they stand up for each other.
Sex in their words, and lust in their hearts, oh brother!!
If she wants to lower herself to his level or yours,
She is lost, a slut, without any nerves.

And as for you, and your blatent disregard for anyone at all,
Better watch out, you may be in for a fall.
How long did it take you to come up with that verse?
Do we need to rent you a mental nurse?

And if you think I've been abusive in the past.
Do some more research, before threats you cast.
You will find I just mainly speak the truth.
About people and their opinions, however uncouth.

seven little verses, of childish, purile plop,
but I've heard most of them before, and hope that soon you'll stop.
stop!
stOP!
STOP!!!
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!
HOOOOOLLLDD IT BACK BOY, HOLD....IT....BACK!!!.......
nice bit about my dog. thanks.
bullets you shoot at me. blanks

poor baby, thought you liked it rough
did i hurt your feelings, well tough
whats the matter, fluke
do i make you want to puke?

you may think my bullets are blank
but the effect was evident, on that you can bank
i see robin is back, with words for you
cant say i blame her, even though she needs to learn her que

i wont stop, so dont even ask
for driving you nuts is my new task
along with sun worshiping for my netniv too
so come on fluke, give me something new

if i go back im sure i will find it
unlike others i do my research before i post shit
ask gladiator or even ash too,
go ahead ask him, he'll tell you

ask him about the word methodite
and all the others, i use for a fight
dunderpate was one of my absolute favorite
which describes you to a tee, look it up, you just might

:cool: :cool: :cool:

Ahhh.. sun worshipin' all for me
fills me up with lots of glee
for as I see that sexy cute ass
would I really wanna pass?

Or what I want to take a chance
maybe scoot it of over to france
and wine and dine it for a while
before going in for that extra mile

Down that road, now would I go?
would I let my juices flow?
or would I stay right here, right now
and watch fluke try to ass-rape a cow.

now watching fluke may not be so fun
as a romp with me in the sun
your name tanned on my rear
makes other men flee with fear

so tell me how to properly show my approbation
and my total appreciation
for the fine offer of dinner and dance
over in the country of france

and to enjoy the fruits of the vine
with a man of your stature, so fine
what else could a girl want for excitation
time spent with you is better than perpetration

;) :) ;) :)

Don't be silly Lamer, you didn't hurt my feelings,
I stopped myself from posting crap, cos from drink i was reeling,
the lines about my doggy, were your nastiest by far,
but they don't hurt, they merely show you up for what you are!

So drive me nuts, if you really must,
with your wordbook and thesaurus too,
but 'dunder-pate', is hyphenated,
there's no such word as 'que'

you speak for Robin, when insults you're gobbin,
she may well agree with you, but,
she ain't your best mate, like you've made out of late,
cos she said you're a nil nerved, lost slut.

and now give thanks, that you're firing blanks,
cos your last shot just rebounded,
would have shot you in the foot, if live ammo you had put,
in the chamber before poor old fluke you'd hounded.

So sit out on my lawn, spouting hate dusk till dawn,
like a spurned little girl who's still smitten,
and perhaps now you see, as you're spanked on my knee,
that you can't chew as much as you've bitten.*lol*

i have not bitten as of yet
and que is also an acronym, you can bet
re-read your dictionary, open your eye gate
hyphenated is not the word dunderpate

and a que is worth way more than you
about a half farthing, even you can understand that too
so adamant in your denial of the truth
your words being so uncouth

spurned and spanked, by you? i think not
maybe spanked by netniv, after my tan gets hot
to cool me off with his warm touch
but not by a fag like you, i'll tell you that much

a touch like his, so exquisite and rare
for he is the only one for which i will bare
some of my pics he already has saved
not all, mind you, a girl has to keep some things to be raved

the mark i left is quite detected
you cant deny it, we can tell you were affected
try to play with me all you like
better yet, why dont you go ride your bike

:cool: :cool: :cool:

I sit here and read, what makes me want to smile
because I can't help but re-read what was written for a while
it makes me want to smile inside so deep
but then I remember, I'm miserable so I should weep

But what to do, seems to be the theme of the day
and what more could I possibly want to, or need to, say
but get your ass in front of me quick in that hot bath tub
and maybe I'll give you more than just a fair ol' rub. ;-)

why are you so miserable, or do i dare ask
for sunshine makes me smile, its where i bask
or in a tub full of water so hot,
full of steam, you, me, thats all, not alot

clothing not required, in fact, banned
your name on my ass, quite, very tanned
fluke says he want to give me a spanking
he just wants to watch, his pud he's wanking

but spanking is something i save for you
only the touch of your hand, makes me happy, thats your cue
so smile, love, and have a happy thought
because the thought of you is what makes me hot!!

:) :) :)

This just goes on forever,
When will it ever end?
This fucking long-ass poem,
It sending me round the bend!

You all want to make me crazy,
So my brain explodes in bits,
You want me to lick your penises,
and massage all your clits.

Well if you're going to offer us the use of hand and tongue,
I've got some parts that you can lick, like a nice infected lung.
The poem might be long alright, but quality is vital
or else it would be the poetic equivalent of some one taking too much Nytol!!!

oh, dogbomb, is that an offer i cannot refuse
or is is one i cannot re-use
thankyou for honoring us with your presence
cum again soon, we'll have a party with presents

:)

What's this I see, liontamer's going off me?
for she's seeing dogbomb, well we'll see....
for now I've signed up for the Suicide Bombers of Christ
and we have a bank job, yes I'm going on a heist!

oh, netniv, get real, how could i ever
step out on you, wouldnt happen, never
was just trying to be nice to our host
was being polite with that post

so dont you worry off your head
youre still my choice for bed
or a nice bubble bath, for sure
my heart still is pure

:) :) :)

Your heart my be pure, but mine sure ain't
because I can't wait to go and make someone faint
with all the delights of sexual pleasure and stuff
that comes from them looking at me in the buff

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Just a tiny quick one folks, from now on if I'm rude,
I'll put these little signs above, to warn you. ok dude?
and then you'll know, in words that flow, abuse I will be spewing,
cos best defence is still attack, so that's what I'll be doing.

Yeah, well, that would work, but there's just on thing
you could attack with those words of yours,any more than you can sing
so you see, you're better off changing the words in there
to something that won't result in my shaving off your hair

Because that's what I'd do, just for a laugh
before throwing you fully clothed into a custard bath
and then letting PaZZa do his thing upon you
by telling him that I thought you were really Sphoo.

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OK mate. you're full of shit, why don't you fuckin shut it,
you cant do nuffin that you claim, so i just sit and tut it,
agressive words are all you've got, behind your comp you're tall,
but you can't use them in real life, cos you're so fuckin small.

And that is where you are totally wrong
probably due to smoking too much of your bong
for I can back up what I say here with action for sure
and keep on whippin' your ass till your begging for no more

Because you see, it's you who is small
with not much to have behind you at all
Your words a cheap, and your a slut
but man you have one big butt

And that big butt, comes from sitting on your ass
where you keep, the offers to prove it, making sure to pass
because you don't want to feel the pain
of me beating your body again and again

So, if you want to prove yourself, stop with your words so cheap
because they can't even make the infamous roadrunner meep
Get a life, and reduce the size of that big hairy butt
rather than sitting on your ass like an internet slut

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look out! there go some flying turds,
that netniV spoke, they are his words,
the same old tired rhyming bits,
that make me bored, give me the shits,

you think 'meep' is worth a dime?,
and not a cheap word like you called mine?
try a little self-inspection,
your words get tired with re-resurection.:o

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Don't expect me to bow, stoop, crawl, and grovel,
to a self-proclaimed god, who's alone in his hovel,
like the rest of the world, you can earn my respect,
when justice you uphold, and fairplay you protect.

so don't waste your time, cos folk ain't their best,
when they have to respond to a bullying pest.
Praps YOU are the reason, that so many ain't posted,
you scare newbies away, they don't wanna get toasted.

you could always be nice, and perhaps we will see,
more actively posting, and less newbies flee,
Just try using this rule, when your hate instincts call;
'If you can't say it nice, just say nothing at all.'

then perhaps this small site, on which you have small power,
will start to get livlier, hour by hour,
as we welcome new pups, with a friendly reply,
before shooting their arguments down from the sky.

when we've picked at their nits, and they're sat there deloused,
or we've pissed on their flames, and in urine they're doused,
then we'll still be nice folk, cos their posts we'll have beaten,
we'll invite them all in, and say "Come, have you eaten?"

and we'll point them at chat, and say "bring your own chair,
and maybe some wit, or some charm, or some flair?"
and we'll sit chatting fart, with a virtual cuppa,
while minx hosts the party, and storm serves up supper.

And then the new posters, may want to return,
and they may bring their friends, or just rubbish to burn,
and when the site's crowded, with reams of opinion,
You'll have loads of subjects within your dominion.

But what fun would there be for me in that?
so stop acting like a know-all you twat.
I do my job, and I do it my way
so it doesn't matter what you say

You think I am weak? or lacking in power?
Just wait till you see stars in your shower
but not the type that you'll be hoping for
it'll come from strangeling you to the floor

As I said before, your words are cheap
and you can't back up you words without ending in a heap
because you and your big fat hairy butt
make you what you are, an internet slut

netniV spouted:
But what fun would there be for me in that?
so stop acting like a know-all you twat.
I do my job, and I do it my way
so it doesn't matter what you say

You think I am weak? or lacking in power?
Just wait till you see stars in your shower
but not the type that you'll be hoping for
it'll come from strangeling you to the floor

As I said before, your words are cheap
and you can't back up you words without ending in a heap
because you and your big fat hairy butt
make you what you are, an internet slut

threats?
bets?
I'll give even money; his pathetic words are hapless.
6:1 odds on, if he comes I'll kick him crapless.

But you'd only manage to do that if you had your buddies around
to make sure that I didn't beat you senseless to the ground
because the only way you could possib