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COME TO DINNER PLEASE!

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Monday, 7th November 2011 @ 06:55:46 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Thanks for the invitation.
So good to hear from you!
The envelope was pretty,
But a plain one would better do!
I heard of your promotion.
Whose butt did you kiss now?
I never met another person,
Who was as good at knowing how!


I'd Love to come to dinner.
But my funds are running low!
I can't sell on the corner my body,
Cause I am too ugly a Hoe!
But if I were a street walker,
You’d look at my tummy and see,
Without stretching the truth a little,
I've had way too much grape jelly!

Greek salads are so very fine
If you work at the sponge docks.
But my boat did sink
Hitting rocks I think.
Moving on ahead,
I've already said that I can't come.
My blurry eyes are red,
From drinking coke mixed with rum.

Please keep all your spices
Well hidden from sight.
For I've heard the spice burglar,
Comes creeping around at night.
Hey, I've got this idea,
I should post this here poem.
It's been my only desire,
Since I left my mommy’s home!




Copyright © robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2011-11-07 18:55:46]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: COME TO DINNER PLEASE! (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Monday, 7th November 2011 @ 07:01:59 PM AEST
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Oh Brother! This made a lot more sense

and was a whole lot funnier when it was
still tumbling around inside of my head!
My apologies to all who read this. You will
never retrieve these wasted moments! Now,
That's Funny!

Rob


Re: COME TO DINNER PLEASE! (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 7th November 2011 @ 08:19:37 PM AEST
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#1
awesome.




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