Thread: Longest poem in history. The bottom.

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A bottom is a must by almost anythings.
It has a certain musk to differentiate the rings.
With ones nose airward bound,
One can smell a botty hound.........

........Oh anus, anoos, anut,
I long to smell your butt,
derri, derri, derriere,
as your gas wafts in the air..........

Stick it in, take it out...
I love the way your butt cheeks pout...
But please Withnall don't tell naught,
Because you see, I'm yet to come out...

If claggy on the waggy was a sin,
Then surely one could not fit in.

Gay men doth protest too mut,
Brits they love to fuck the butt,
Forever deny their love of pink,
Their breath belie their turd-doth stink.

Two maidens faced away from me,
I counted the holes one two three,
Then multiplied the sum by two.
And saw that the zero's were covered in poo.
So i went to the bog for a wank.

There was a rodent who hated Brits
He liked the cock and not the tits
He wore the pantys as a guise
Mouth open for cock, and paws on flies

His arse was big, His arse was round,
To his dick your hands were bound,
As he moved, your hands did too,
It all ended in up in you eating poo...

I like your style
I like your class
but most of all i like your arse

The rectum is a thing most foul,
Intruders will always make it howl,
Mr brown, the resident, he longs to escape
By pushing and straining and making it gape
And sliding out of that odorous bowel

I woofed it down, that Thai curry...
Fuck it exited in a hurry...
Did it burn, oh yes it did...
I won't be eatin' that again ol kid.

A doctor whose speciality,
Was retrieving black box imagery,
Got caught in the act of burglary,
And got let off with a fine.

A week has gone by without a post,
And i feel obliged as the genial host,
To remind one and all that the cock and the balls,
Live just 'round the corner from the bit you crave most.

T'aint but an inch or two
twixt the pink and the poo
but that inch I say may
make the differnce between
A lay or the loo.

Oh chocolate starfish how tempting you are.
Glistening semen from Ant hoorah
Bang it, prang it, ram it he will
Now it's my turn give me your fill.

The flabby wobbly bum cheeks are a work of art.
If you can control them well they emphasise a fart.
Left loosely hanging in the wind the base tone is enhanced.
Squeezed tightly like a virgins tit you find you've shat your pants.

Originally Posted by taxexile

Post removed, due to shame and self loathing for posting again on this foul thread.

Brown sent.

I wandered lonely amongst the stalls,
a vacant one for to find,
all were taken, my distress,
as my ass cheeks were all a bind,

Was that a flush, a rattling at the door,
Hurrah hurrah, a vacancy is imminent,
I need worry no more.

The door opens, I take a step closer
alas my foot sticks on chewing gum on the floor,
whilst another arsehole takes my place.

Oh no, oh no, woe is me,
I am in pain, for I need more than just to pee,
alas, alack what can I do?
The pain is unbearable, I'll just have to push through.

When reflecting on the reflection of mine arse
I came to conclude that only the lower class
Would consider purging the contents into a pint glass
And utilizing it sparingly in vindaloo or a madras

She walks in beauty in the night
And then bends over, to my fright
And pulls apart her pearly rose
And lets the others cram their hose
And pump her in that secret place
While others cum upon her face

And in her mouth the spunk still flies
Amidst the hairy balls and thighs
While others chain her starfish hole
And move around to watch her blow.
Still, she tells of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all that cock
A heart whose love is innocent!

How's about a haiku?

A summer breeze from the gasworks.
Curry for breakfast.
Back-door opens.

Okay...How about it?...

The probing cock pumps
Stretching her asshole apart
While her darling works