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The Conversion of Poopee-dee
Ace Kale
There was once a man named Poopee-dee
A tale I like the best
If you recall, he wasn't small
As all the world expects
He had a dog named Chee-chee
On spoken word relied
A neighbor saw him getting pumped
In alleys dark and wide.
Poopee-dee got the clap
He did't know quite how
Until he looked under his drawers
And saw the spots pop out.
"Don't look at me," barked Chee-chee
I had the test last week
No spots are seen on my wee-wee
Just come and take a peek!
So Poopee-dee traveled the sea
And had himself some fun
He didn't care he tinkle-deed
On each whore with his gun.
The bugs came out of Poopee-dee
They came out of his willy
The hookers screamed and cringed when they
Found crust sores on their coochies!
When Poopee-dee saw all the whores
And how they itched and stunk
He decided he would have
To end his pervert fun.
He went around the city,
He saw a thousand priests
Until the sores were cured off of
Poopee's peterdee.
Today's a new beginning
No cha-chas for my weiner
I'll make the world a better place
By making brothels cleaner!
A whorehouse Poopee-dee set up
Just like the ones he knew
Except they had clean sheets and they
Had no cum spots or poo.
So Poopee-dee and Chee-chee
Got to the working trade
They sold the goods and ate some food
And then they both got laid!
Ace Kale has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Ace's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Ace's latest works: