poem... |
There is only one story:
he loved her,
then stopped loving her,
while she did not
stop loving him.
There is only one story:
she loved him,
then stopped loving him,
while he did not
stop loving her.
...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 01:06:00 GMT |
Black humor... |
Little Willie, full of glee,Put radium in grandma's tea.Now he thinks it quite a larkTo see her shining in the dark.
Little Willie with a thirst for goreNailed his mommy's baby to the door.Mother said...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 13:25:00 GMT |
Limmericks... |
There once was a man from Cape HornWho wished that he'd never been born. He wouldn't have been If his father had seenThat the end of his condom was torn. There once was a poor ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 13:19:00 GMT |
Words... |
When I die, I want to go peacefully.In my sleep.Like my grandfather.Not screaming,Like the passengers in his car. Oh, give me a cloneOf my own flesh and boneWith the Y chromosome changed to X.And when...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 03:28:00 GMT |
