Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY
The played candles run.
A triumph walks then stars clash.
A priest plunders men.
by ZABADOOEY
Sometimes black snow turns.
Forever, happiness sings.
The birds scold gold winds.
by ZABADOOEY
Christ hell be doing his laundy list next
Underpants, shirts, Padipads, boring
by sexually frustrated
Roughly, the boats break.
Small good sheep badly scold heat.
Kindly gold eyes sing.
by ZABADOOEY
A tree flusters hail.
A candle sometimes fears mud.
The good ships carouse.
by ZABADOOEY
SATISFACTION IS MINE TO BE
SAVORED...HAHAHAAAAA!!
by sexually frustrated
Badly, the dogs splash.
Turning smoke roughly hunts hell.
A white judge hunts men.
by ZABADOOEY
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY
Burning midnight waits.
Shadows start hail or mud works.
Fair prayers retire.
by ZABADOOEY
Cruel journeys sing.
Rough, blue arrows kiss midnight.
The lovers move snow.
by ZABADOOEY
All for now you bore
Well just leave you for a while
Oh but well be back
by Southern Belly Butsgonesouth Limey and co
Greenly, a boat talks.
The fair flowers turn landscapes.
Sad oxen sprout hail.
by ZABADOOEY
Hands slickly melt pears.
Pears set however mud walks.
Hell talks yet men wait.
by ZABADOOEY
The tall oxen melt.
Playing spices start the priests.
A child catches sheep.
by ZABADOOEY (the real one)
We know who we are
We know who you are from your
Predictable style
(God he's so boring)
by Limey
we all know it's you
by Limey
Indifference plays.
Green prospects splash or heat sets.
A petal wakes eyes.
by ZABADOOEY
You can run SF but you cant hide
by Limey
Ships wait but snow sings.
The cats loiter for smoke turns.
Strange duets flutter.
by ZABADOOEY
Pears twist fearing truth.
Blossom strokes indifference.
A green frog splashes.
by ZABADOOEY
ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS. YOU ALL
BELONG TO ME. I'M STARTING to
be boring WHO WANTS TO JOIN.
by sexually frustrated
i'm new here. what is this all
about?
by hello kitty
cunt fuck pussy dick lick it really
good
by sexually frustrated
ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS. YOU ALL
BELONG TO ME. I'M STARTING to
be a cunt WHO WANTS TO JOIN.
by sexually frustrated
The full arrows break.
Badly starting, women sing.
Sheep offer landscapes.
by ZABADOOEY
Profiles fluster hell.
Apples work but midday sings.
Twisting breasts fear truth.
by ZABADOOEY
OH...SF THE fool
I SMELLED THE FUNK UP IN HERE..
GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH!!
HAAAA, HAAAAA!
by Anonymous Poet
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY
Lakes bite a huge ship.
The cities offer slick smoke.
Fragrant water melts.
by ZABADOOEY
Tough operas wake.
Tepid short, green women set.
Leaden midnight burns.
by Anonymous Poet
Blackly, prayers slip.
Asses splash but lovers walk.
Men stop walked armies.
by Anonymous Poet
I control you. bow at my feet!
by Limey
The petals flutter.
Rain hunts returned eagerness.
The angels carouse.
by Anonymous Poet
Twisted petals fall.
Wise, broken love plunders earth.
Ice turns but rain waits.
by Anonymous Poet
Got you again stupid
by Limey
One last go
Its EMULATION is the SINCEREST form of flattery
You EXTRA BORING MORON
by Southern Belly
no, it's imitation and all of you are
morons.
by Anonymous Poet
hot and itchy box
moving, getting bit by black
widows...could be worst
by onjaysun (boxes light and no hangover)
Sorry that
by Southern Belly
Its emulation you moron
by Southern Belly
Orangutan But
A new type of diesis from deep south
See it in my jeans
by Butsgonesouth
Where did he go to
His mum must have called him in
No more play tonight
by Southern Belly
BLAH, BLAH, YAKKITY SMAKITY...
SHUT UP PUNK! THIS IS MY HOUSE,
NOT YOURS....GET OUT OF HERE!
Boring
by Southern Belly
Who are you? You bore
Who yanked your chain from on high
Get yourself a life
BORRRRRRRRRRRING!! HA, HAAA
HAAAA, HOOOOOO HEEEEEE!
I am a fuck head
by Southern Belly
Who are you? You bore
Who yanked your chain from on high
Get yourself a life
by Southern Belly
A trivial g-string
Starts off at the bottom of
the nile never killed the top
by Martha Stewart
A trivial listing
Starts off at the bottom pile
Never reached the top
by William Nippress
Chewing on a bug
Not letting its wings touch me
Not tasting this rich bugs life
by Connie Chung
