Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Hungover on Thursday…
Ole’ Tex Wildflower keeps on keepin’ on,
Like an ageless Willie Nelson song,
The ladies in Reno,
Get fondled during Keno,
And Ole’ Tex done beat the Devil all along.
Or, more to the point about your humb narrs:
Rice wine with sushi is a trick,
It seems so benign, yet has a kick,
It goes well with tekka maki,
And with chicken teriyaki,
And the next thing you know I am sick.
Ole’ Tex Wildflower smells like poo
Thought he had some on his shoe
Then realized it was time to change his depends
How the smell offends
Only his nurse could stand the foul anal brew
Kenny Rogers stunt double
Has a run of financial trouble
Gets job as casino greeter
Thinks she will yodel his aged peter
Realizes his life is pure rubble
The saki in Cali is strong
You can drink it all night long
Add a bento box
And some Japanese Lox
Your rectum will sing a wet song
There once was this old dude from Texas
who drove a blinged-out lowered Lexus.
Instead of real charm
a Confederate flag tat on his arm
that would wave every time that he flexes.
Ol’ Tex has a tart on his arm
but her cooch will suffer no harm
cuz when she sees his wick
what he calls a dick
is surely no cause for alarm
There once was an older creeper
Who found a young Bleeth that was a keeper
Alas, she was paid to pose
Would not take off her clothes
For soon the creeper would be visited by the reaper.
There once was an oldbag with a forehead like a Klingon
Hoping a young fawm would touch his wrinkled old dong
He crooned some whisky breath tunes
He did not realize anytime too soon
That when she dropped her thong her snatch smelled like prawn
Spokesperson for the little blue pill, Tex.
Says, “Hey Hombre you’re never too old for sex.
Like a Phoenix from the ashes I rose,
and although she may be paid-to-pose,
she’s ain’t no freakin’ hambeast like my ex”
Db1 , you a fortune teller?
It’s Wednesday , ya mixed up feller
If you can see ahead
Santa Anita picks instead
Would make you a happy drunk yeller
There once was a choad named Sprocket
Who lived to insult douches on this docket
Upon opening this day
He saw his visage on display
With a bleeth who’s his favorite crotch rocket
She may be older than him.
.
Just sayin’.
.
Poets.
Ol’ Tex drank a jug of sangria
then ran into this gal named Maria
for a small pile of dough
she gave Tex a throw
& a burning case of gonorrhea
There was once a man who new art
He attempted to be set apart
But his nostril now drool
Like a pastafazool
And he breath smells like Dark Sock’s fart.
I’m startin’ to like that Ole Tex
’cause he’s been writin’ bad checks
to get in the panties
of chicks clad quite scanty
At his age who cares if he wrecks?
.
What day is it?
There once was an oldbag cowboy named Tex
Met a younger latin bleeth with the lure of hot sex
He wined her and dined her
Bought her bling and a fur
But when it came time to consumate the romance
Tex found a huge cock in bleeth’s pants.
On the last Allman Brother’s tour
Old Gregg became quite a bore
He laid off the booze
And started to schmooze
With Bleeths like this old whore
Old Bag was a Rambling Man
Who liked to bang dames in his van
Don’t come a knockin
When his truck was rockin
Whilst he was givin it to her in the can
at the after party of Battlefield Earth
maybe three years from his ride in a hirst
budget Eva Mendez smiles
in awe like a child
seeing a forehead of such ridiculous girth