manuscriptx
New Member
I like to play an old game called ping, pong.
ever meant to long after, drool over or fawn.
Seems a bit late to sing a song,
let my dog do his thing on someone's lawn.
I can smell the stench in the air,
while he takes a sip of sparkling Perrier.
My dog tells me he's done by slight wimpering,
his tail wags and heavy urine that's trickling.
Does this poem make you laugh or smile?
Women wondering is this lame or vile?
Monitors will erase it and make everyone forget all about,
snickers and suffering from a disease called Gout.
I once loved a woman 'Lenore',
never once snore or felt like a bore.
This poem is all but quite over,
do I get a freebie or a chance to do over?
ever meant to long after, drool over or fawn.
Seems a bit late to sing a song,
let my dog do his thing on someone's lawn.
I can smell the stench in the air,
while he takes a sip of sparkling Perrier.
My dog tells me he's done by slight wimpering,
his tail wags and heavy urine that's trickling.
Does this poem make you laugh or smile?
Women wondering is this lame or vile?
Monitors will erase it and make everyone forget all about,
snickers and suffering from a disease called Gout.
I once loved a woman 'Lenore',
never once snore or felt like a bore.
This poem is all but quite over,
do I get a freebie or a chance to do over?