A Flick Bic Tiddy Little Diddy

A spoon fed tuna lunch tune
rising high moon at noon

A little
Spank Tapass & the MoFo's on Detention


Those Ex-Elle Cute Chics
really blewked the blued blocks out of me.

all I wanted them to do
was to play with my
camel hair bald slacks
and tweedle tickle tee
scratchy doodle tootl-lee
sknuckle noodle me

when you slide into
your sultry seat
and soar your high flying
fine little feet
buzz your honey bee,
show me, let me see
I like to smell the salty sea
when the marmalade mermaid
is looking right back at me

let it be, let it be
free the bubble bulb
its a bursting blooming bud
peddling intoxicating
fruited highness
flying flowered on the wing

A Whimsical Word Wimp's Windbag Whine

Some YouTubian
Urinary Tube Sucking Windbag,
whimsically whined to me
with his wimpy whacked words.
He wallowingly wandered
his wantonly whip wanting,
woolly wagon wheel
which whispered wanker's words
into my well weathered wall
of wily war word writings.

He began by saying -

" Are oyu a fuckwit? Did you parents drop you moron"?

Then, after proceeding with a
wild Wookie's woefully wicked breath of worthlessness.
Of which, it's content was now,
by default, automatically irreversibly irrelevant.
He concluded his wind hole's warpedness with -

"fuckwit".

Realizing that this ominously outspoken,
oratory orifice of outrageous offenses.
Whom warranted obligatorily outstanding ovations
had just been elusively forsaken
by the navigational starlight
while simultaneously letting go the helm.

Reluctant to reproachfully ream the rank roaring roach
and run him out from my realm of
remarkably respectful, rigidly restrained
written ass-rippings. I coercively convinced myself
that I can conceivably do my worst
and he might possibly astutely ascertain
that my timidly texted, implicitly obscure,
vaguely hinting verbiage is kindly asking
if he might graciously grant me
my royally respectful request.

Hence, I cautiously compiled a congenially correct,
carefully constructed, cordial correspondence
of cunnilingously sensitive sentiments.

Contritely consisting of the following;



"Fuckwit" X2? "Moron"? "Drop Me"?

One would think that only your brains are shit,
until realizing that your parents dropped you off
at the pool of pleasurably purged, previous pangs.
However, they unfortunately never heard of flushing
and so here you are, a pasty piece of people impostor,
putridly polluting the population.
A threatening sewage slime
that spews sperm which may septically swim
into the gene pool.

As it was with you, it would cause yet another
pieceful passing through a gang banged, bung birth canal
and yet another generational genius shithead
would be dumped as a mountainous pile
of evidentially unprotected gastrointestinal germination
that conceived another BFB (Butt F%#@ Baby)

A analogously annual analogical analysis
of historically anally recorded annals.
Retrospectively revealed rectally ruined,
erected septical depository dump sites
near bung bungling bungalows.
They housed backwards assed,
analistically endowed anallergical persons
whom gluteusly maximized their congenital genitalia
for analeptic enema conceptions
of animalistic analities.

You Sir, are a chronologically corrective,
genealogically defective, dirty dung descendant
of this disastrously diuretically diarrhetic,
bungle bred bastion of butt bandit bastards.


Sincerely, yours truly,
but sinsearingly truly not yours,
Chuichupachichi Chupachulaschichonas
cha cha cha!

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