Beautiful beaches
Sand between your spider toes
Cries by the sea wall
by LonelyGirl15 of G Town
I am writing one!!
I'm really doing it, dad!!!
Now am I worthY???
by Problematic
I do not like her
Please stop talking about it
She is annoying
by Agreeable of Ledbetter Residence
Humble Bumble Bee. . .
What does that even mean, bitch?
Take your lithium!
by You Know of Allen-ville
Dead Eleven years
Wife left us Daughter and me
I Needed some help
by Anonymous Poet
I gave you the truth
Please do not as more of me
Sadness Consumes Me
by Sethe of Topside
You break my poor heart
You evil, ungrateful bitch
I gave you my all
by Mr. Nutty Balls of Seaside
I have an answer
I don't believe in it
Standardized Loving
by Sethe of Hell
Is that you, Sethe?
I have a question to ask
Will you marry me?
by Mr. Nuts and Balls of Factory
Beware of trolls here
Stealing you name to insult
on here whilst wife dying
by Anonymous Poet
Such Lonely People
desperate for some contact
I hope you find some
by Anonymous Poet
Wal Mart dink rollback
Uncircumcised anteater
Your favorite greeter
by Smile of Undisclosed
Susan Sarandon:
Pingpongpingpongpingpongping.
It's all about that.
by Adam Schiff of Standard Hotel Hell
Trump gave the OK
To roast weird Al -Baghdadi
on the earthly plain.
Now he roasts in Hell
72 Virgin goats
Have their way with him
Trump is not JV
Bombed the hell out of them
Kill them break their chit.
Verily- its good
Live by the sword and die
Like rats caught in trap
by Shaitan of AL Bhagdadi's new home
Brian Wilson's brie
Sliding down his golden throat
Sprinkled with beach sand
by Noticer of Details of Dune Buggy
The cheese stands alone
Masturbates vigorously
And calls it haiku
by Squeaky Fromage of Creepy Crawlin
Your salad got tossed,
blue cheese, blue boy, moldy one.
Step up. Write Haiku.
by Salad Wars of Oriental Verse
Been snorting blue cheese.
It's way better than cocaine.
My heart is racing.
by blue bleu blew a load of moldy funk all over your tossed salad. of impregnated with croutons
Too much chattering
Walkie talkie etiquette
Says you must shut up
by Unhappy Ears of Shushville
Hey cheese-head it's "bleu".
Also that Italian one,
And Stilton. Roquefort.
by Think Outside of the Mold
Super slick slaughter
More whales killed for their blubber
Thus more blue cheese made
by Capt. Anal of You Know
Electrons don't "orbit", but I know what you mean. Why deuterium and not some other atom or isotope? I don't think that would even matter. Or antimatter. Splatter on the platter, I'd rather have the latter to make me fatter. Swing batter batter, swing! Use the bat to stir the batter. Mad as a hatter. Mercury in the blue cheese.
by Or something.
Sometimes I wonder
If Miss Vargas is able
to vagina smile.
by She probably can but een Espaneesh
Sometimes I wonder
What the spin flip transition
Of a muon would be if it replaced
The electron orbiting
A deuterium atom
Sigh
by Not a Haiku of Oh Well
Accidentally found
This obscure site through research
I am quite appalled
by Philip T. Mayweather of Fort Meade, Maryland
Tell them bring blue cheese.
Trapped down here, I am famished.
And a nice wheat ale.
I guess we'll have a
beer and blue cheese pairing brunch
amidst STDs.
Christ I miss good cheese.
Civilization's yardstick.
Why 1st world is fat.
by Darth Figpucker, Esq., The Highly Inappropriate of But you can call me Lord Figpucker
Tell the rescue team
to wear biohazard suits.
God knows what's in there.
Full body condoms.
Appropriate attire.
Burn gear post rescue.
Prometheus clap.
Your dick becomes Alien.
Its teeth pierce your skull.
by Even worse than the diseases of Philippines whore houses. Trust me.
Laurie forgive me.
I'm trapped in your vagina.
Please send rescue team.
by OB GYN spelunker EMT Navy Seals.
Laurie forgive me.
I forgot about your face
For twenty minutes.
by Not Thinking About The Attributes of Laurie Vargas
Barbara Crowley:
Either her or her mother
Got next to the Mage.
by Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole of Satanism
Now Barbara Bush...
I'd smother her in blue cheese,
and eat ev'ry bite.
by Laura Bush, not so much.
Not Vaurie Large-ass.
Not even with free blue cheese.
No no no no no.
by
How on earth to stop
Thinking about Laurie V ?
(V for Vargas) Wow.
by Not thinking of Laurie Vargas
But seriously . . .
Laurie Vargas gets me hot.
Hotter than George. Bush.
by Hot wetback of Wet Hotback
Succoth Nergal-Gul
Gurgaath Karg Ar Lothep Ur
Cthulu Ngaak
by Incantation of Recreation
Grease pain oh grease pain
you wrack my ungreased body
Like Laurie Vargas
by El Singular of Los Angeles
Sophisticated.
Blue cheese, wine, and poetry.
I need a Porsche.
by Will you buy me one?
I hate this small town.
The selection of blue cheese
is lacking at best.
by Backwards 3rd world mosquito infested shit hole of as our Dear President Trump would say.
What color grease pain?
Oh shit, I cannot decide.
Black w/ polka dots?
by What do you think? of Blue cheese blue cheese blue cheese!
I would rob a bank.
Wearing speedos and grease paint.
With a squirt pistol.
LSD squirt gun.
Demand all the lollipops.
Why would I need cash?
And I'd have a tray.
Filled with Triscuits and blue cheese.
All tellers must strip.
by That's the way life SHOULD be! of But no, you had to go and be sane and shit.
Cowboy coffeepot:
Indian subcontinent.
Legal stimulants!
by Generated by a Bot, of course
Chile con palta
Palta con aguacate
Con abogado
by Avocado of Santiago
Avocado toast
Mushy green ejaculate
Of hipster poets
by Noticer of Details of Undisclosed
Surveillance System
Like lemongrass bordering
An infant's cradle
by Who Do of Redrob
What this world needs is
vending machines with blue cheese
and expensive wine.
by Anonymous Poet
Free vasectomy
Insert your penis in slot
You'll be shooting blanks
by Entrepreneur of Undisclosed
Found a pubic hair
I'm a cold lonely cavern
Where they age blue cheese
by Trapped in your wife's cunt of Blue Cheese lured me in
I enjoy blue cheese.
I also enjoy eggnog.
They clash horribly.
You could say very
much like your wife and mistress.
Cat fight in the fridge.
by df
The nectar of life?
That would have to be haiku!
... While eating blue cheese.
by Darth Figpucker, Esq.
