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[challenge entry] pylon poem.
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my name is boris becker
my head is made of nylon
i have a wooden pecker
it's taller than a pylon.

i'll dance for you in autumn
i'll sing for you in spring
and when it snows in sodom
i'll penetrate your ring.

From the Pylons challenge. See all 280 entries (closed)

(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:56, archived)
# those nostrils are just asking for it.
 
woo!
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:56, archived)
# *tackles*
hello you! i made a point of coming here early tonight.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:57, archived)
# HOORAY!!!!!
he has a penatrating stare.









Ideal for penetration
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:57, archived)
# i found him in my compost bin, dazed and emitting snarn.
so i brought him inside to train as an assassin.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:59, archived)
# feed him well or one fateful day he may turn his attentions to his benefactor

(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:03, archived)
# hi, i'm malefactor.
he's getting cabbage and coffee grounds tonight.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:06, archived)
# THIS IS SPORTCRIME!
OR IS THAT CRIME SPORT?
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 3:57, archived)
# SEXCRIMESPORTFUN!
I'M SURE THAT'S THE LITERAL TRANSLATION FROM THE OLD GERMAN.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:00, archived)
# They have(or can make) a word for anything in German.
Where we're still working out if peanutbutter has a hyphen or not.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:03, archived)
# no hyphen, it was deflowered long, long ago.

(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:09, archived)
# Haha
excellent.
(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:05, archived)
# i is the poet laurie ate.

(, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 4:09, archived)