Thread: A Poem 4 Crusty...

I will sing a song then, that is not use much brain i've got.

Getting back to the poem...

Originally Posted by Nawty

I need it like that of course,

because you'll only touch the sides if you're hung like a horse

Depth is not a problem though,

I don't want you thinking I'm some kind of ho,

I have a personality to match,

My rather fetching overgrown thatch

But I like it when KW plucks,

He's a monkey mate and doesn't shag ducks.

Crusty by name, Crusty by nature,

Crusty bye bye, and Crusty bi sexual

Fillies are entering the picture,

But If They're Prettier Than Crusty They're Off To The Butcher

Jealousy is such a curse,

but with a head like crusty's, its pretty, but in reverse

She used to hire it for halloween,

a scarier costume has yet to be seen

Neddy and I can see through the worst,

sadly its true, cause crusty must be cursed

Horses for courses and so it would seem,

That Crusty Sweat was mightily unclean.

truer words were never said if it were,nt for crusty this poem would never be read

she would never know that we prefer her dead.

drunk that is, not in a hearse, but pissed as a fart mounting her horse

(from behind bars)


Were she not such a cnut, I'd show some remorse

When she looked in the mirror,