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Budro Fuggins -bonus poem by Steve Wakeling
Robert Hawkins
,,That you can picture me sitting there.
Up upon that big brown cow.
Care to sit with me a spell my dear?
Mind yourself the big brown cow might care.
That I could imagine caress of your breast.
Touch of lips heady smell.
My bright brown eyed sumptious girl.
Budro Fuggins placed me here tied to a chair.
Suspended limbs hackberry tree.
Wind impitus I do swing gravity dictates.
Placed just so on top big brown longhorn steer.
That I might capture your eyes.
My brown eyed beauty care to ride?
Underwear stuffed mouth leaves my words implied.
It was your cleavage my dear.
I sit tied to a chair.
Up upon this longhorn steer.
Budro Fuggins moonshine, match, flank of steer, chair.
Going for a ride like no one cares.
Enraptured your smiling laughter my dear.
Woun't you sit with me my dear.
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bobby 5/27/11
PS
Bonus poem by Steve Wakeling.
Naked
There was a young yankee lady lived in Kent.
Whom always very late with her rent.
Landlord with chagrin thought she lived in sin.
But let her pay rent on her ass.
Now naked she comes to pay.
Now naked she comes to pay.
Now naked she comes this way.
Oh, Oh lord she going to pay!
As I doubled her rent.
Yesterday.
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Steve Wakeling 5/27/11
PS for bobby.
Ain't my fault you ain't worth a shit.
Hey!! I have to put up with all these,,, aspiring poets.
Bobby you only suck.
Some of these assholes who write?
Truly clinically insane.
Brings me back to you.
Some hick wacking his dummy.
Stockyard Texas somewhere.
Your kind of poetry Bobby?
Anykind of road stop bathroom.
Damn hick.
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steve wakeling
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: