My poem for the weekend?!


Question: Starkle, starkle, little twink,
who the hell are you I think?
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
but the drunker I stand here,
the longer I get.
So, just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.


Answers: Starkle, starkle, little twink,
who the hell are you I think?
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
but the drunker I stand here,
the longer I get.
So, just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

Quite amusing. But not as good as mine

There was a young Lady called tart
Who felt that she needed a fart
She stepped right outside
And to her surprise
Blew over a horse and a cart


OR


There was a young woman from Crewe
Who said as the Bishop withdrew
The Vicar is slicker
and quicker and thicker
and 12 inches longer than you


OR


There was a fishmonger called Babs,
Who sold cod, skate, place and dabs;
But she had sex with me,
And caught my VD;
And now she's a purveyor of crabs.

mmmmmm how long did that take you???

got confusing at the end

And the answer is..... ????

"Bad poetry? Oh noetry"

Not bad well worth a giggle

Giggling

??????

hahahahahaha verry verry funny!!!!!!!!!!!



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