Poetry contest

Hey those were written after a bottle of Grey Goose. Plus I was sitting outside at the beach. I will attempt more sober. But it may take a while....

 

I agree.

 

Mmmmm. Grey Goose.

 

How about this one...


Roses are red, your momma is loose,

I shouldnt write poetry, while drinking grey goose.

 

Nice, the other two are forgiven.

 

I am a poet so red that
my yard is full of trash and
christmas lights. I burn rubber tires
all day long and ride my ATV at all hours
of the night. My wife thinks
we live in heaven. I keep her preganant
and nursing as that is what she likes to do.
I work in the mines and shoot my guns
at night. The mayor insists I get the wreckage out
my yard but I am too busy tossing down beers
and burning tires. Maybe when I win 100,000
playing scratch off wil I try harder to be classy
so the hookers won't make fun of me.

 

Wow Dan, I applaud the effort. Let me guess, you wrote your rough draft in Crayon.

 

As a matter of fact I wrote it in sand in the shape of a big tit with an erect nipple.

 

That brought a tear to my eye... It was so... um, tearful.

But I really liked it.