FabSwingers.com forum: Poetry Corner

By *harlie38 OP Man
over a year ago

walsall

Crude rude poetry....

Sing a song of syphilis a foreskin full of scabs four and twenty absesses and twice as many crabs, when the scabs burst open the crabs begin to grunt....

Isn't that a lovely thing to shove up someone's ****.

Has anyone got any more?

By *rAitchMan
over a year ago

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe

I came up (fnar fnar) with this years ago.

Sing a song of intercourse, a fanny full of spunk

Four and twenty sperm cells swimming in her cunt

When the shag was over, the jizz began to flow

Now wasn't that a lovely fuck, let's have another go!

By *eroLondonMan
over a year ago

Covent Garden

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I wrote this a while back following my trip to Bath, which was disappointing as it felt like any other suburban town. It's not a salacious as the two above...

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Oh dear old Bath I feel for it,

Not the last bastion of high street identikit,

Gone are the independents and sole traders,

Replaced by street hawkers and third-graders,

Hark the Roman decadence and warm spring,

To wash away this drab touristy uprising.