Poem -

Gav + Stace + the gucci handbag

Stace complains about gav's dick,
says there's not much she can do with it,
pulls it up and down
but it just lies there giving gav a frown,
there is no French racehorse jockey called Hugh jardon,
so limp there's no need for a condom,
as for her,
he says he cannot see her twat for the 70's fur,
moans that she's a shit shag
but she shouts back," I'll be good when I get that gucci handbag"
carrying on "nobody else has ever been disappointed "
how many you actually had gav retorted ,
more than I can count on one hand,
"jesus !" Remarked gav,you've slept with the whole band,
you can fuck off then you slag,
now you'll never get that gucci handbag.

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

Birds and other caged animals.

I was looking for my mate budgie,
I had some news for him about my health,
earlier the doctor...

Poem -

The botch-it mechanic

The botch-it mechanic sits in his garage
on an oil-stained swivel chair
surrounded by Haynes...

Poem -

I kiss another man

I kiss another man

My passport reads Barry John Holland; male,
and I kiss my one true love,
another man,
...

Latest poems in Comedy, Freestyle, Narrative, Satirical, Verse

Poem -

Splatter Poetry

Splatter Poetry

DAMN IT MAN

When did you become
such a bland stereotype?

A thoroughly boring...

Poem -

light fresh + new

Sun's shining
I could write about that
How it means nothing more

Than a sunlit front...

Poem -

HAPPY EASTER

TO YOU ALL AS WE CELABRATE THE RESSURECTION OF
JESUS OF JESUS CHRIST FROM THE DEAD
PRAISE THE...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com