Sonnet #86: "My loins, they swing through streets of brick and glass" (339 hits)
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Submitted by Orgasmatron (View user info) at 2005-10-11 15:08:53 EDT
My loins, they swing through streets of brick and glass,
And, swinging, hang as free as vinéd grapes,
A humble vintage stirs inside my cask,
Pearlescent wine of my progenitors.
Oct'pussian tentacle, pumpkin bomb,
Vulture's wing and Sandman's blast, these and more
Do shake the very soul and heart of me
And seek to damage my expos'd bottle.
Full fool am I, a failed tailor, I:
For frantic eye and hand did spin the thread
Of my suit protective; and now, too late,
I find my doublet lacking in the crotch.
My spider webs may stick you to the walls,
But, damn, my costume won't protect my balls.
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-06-20 02:26:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:19:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:17:03 EDT (#)
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"When I hear the word 'culture', I reach for my revolver."
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:15:36 EDT (#)
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Your sonnets rock my face off. If you did a coffee-table book of sonnets, I would buy it, even if it cost 50 million billion quid. That's 100 million billion dollars.
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:14:12 EDT (#)
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That guy's dick is nice.
what?
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:12:44 EDT (#)
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Can't.
Stop.
Laughing.
This is priceless, has to be the best post today.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:12:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-11 15:10:24 EDT (#)
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Repost with NSFW dude....quickly