Ahh, yes. It’s the NFL rhymes
I’ve seen them a few dozen times
But the subject is dear
To my heart, so you’ll hear
No less than another two chimes
There was an unbeatable pair
Who would always connect through the air
Montana to Rice
My God it was nice
Now they’re gone, and we’re left with despair
There once was a Quarterback, Steve
Who could pass on the run, bob and weave
He got hit once too many
And his head needs a nanny
He retired, and now we’re bereaved
Ah, The Niners and Packers do strive
To keep their true fans’ hopes alive.
Just a few years ago
They were ultimate foes
Now, combined, they are just 1 and 5
We welcome you, Bottle of Smoke,
And share with you coke and a toke,
While we’re getting high,
we’ll eye Spider’s thigh…
Hey Wait! It was meant as a joke!
SouthernStyle, I know that you jest
You’re a right horny fellow I’ve guessed
So I can’t figure why
You would settle for thigh
When you’d much rather stare at her chest.
:D:D:D
With bruises and ice packs and meds
Tabithina returns to the threads.
Hope you get better quickly
(no longer are sickly)
and will stay up and out of your bed*.
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[*except for sleeping and recreational purposes]
To stare at her chest is the dregs,
Foregiveness is sought for with begs,
As assest her chest,
is simply not best,
Naught beats a great pair of legs!
Two Posters, the Styler and Smoke
Saying breasts or legs, oh what a joke
For the truth is dear friends
As each man comprehends
Gotta have both to please any bloke
True, true. 'Twas a fault that shant pass.
To stare at her chest was most crass.
Sadly I must confide
Without one hint of pride
I was ogling her really nice…personality.
Hmmm…I had a rhyme there, but I just lost it.
tradesilicon is truly most wise
Breasts and legs are both sought by my eyes
And is makes my soul burn
To view each in its turn
So I’m starting again with her thighs.
The trade is a master of tact,
No brag, it really is fact!
I last heard him say,
in the kindest of ways,
“I like the way Spider is stacked”.
Styler, you’ll get me in hot water.
Thought Spider I’m sure can build tension
There one thing that I should mention
There is only one
For Tradesilicon
My wife gets my total attention
There once was an cheerleader dame
Who made a bold move to earn fame
When she yelled ‘Rah Rah Rah’
She’d lift up her bra
And the fans all forgot 'bout the game
**Sili[/] has voiced his protest,
So to fibbing I must now attest,
To Spider a rose,
and Sili cudos,
From now on I’ll keep you abreast. 
I hope I’ve not caused any strife
I shant ogle, I swear on my life.
Of fair Spider’s charm
I wrote with base smarm
(So please guys, don’t go tell my wife).
To ogle an leer is just fine,
In fact it’s a pasttime of mine,
First a quick glance,
and then the romance,
All due to a plunging neckline.
While reading the posts of these guys
poor Spidey can’t believe her eyes.
A sex symbol could fake
to jump out of a cake.
Not a spider, it wouldn’t be wise.
Your rhyming talents I must soon share
with your wives, to make them aware
that you fellahs’ talent
of a poetical bent
is something for which they would care.
(diabolical Spider laughter: bwee mwee tee hee)
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My wife, sans a doubt, does know,
That I’ll watch whatever girls show,
But please be descrete,
if ever you meet,
My girlfriend, she’s good at judo.
I hope I don’t cause an upsurge, 
And no lurker awaits on the verge, :eek:
Of telling the missus, :o
how I’ve shared some kisses,
I couldn’t resist the strong urge.
There once was a horny young mister
Who could not resist his wife’s sister
But low and behold
When the missus was told
She was shocked that all he did was kissed her!
(good deal – we have a TOPIC again. I wonder how long it will last? 
)
I have a terrific little wife,
That seldom causes worry or strife,
Just an amateur nag,
and she’s starting to sag,
But still, I’ve a wonderful life! :):)
There will be an NFL game
Excuse me if I think it’s lame
For two teams who were great
Today’s no debate
That they’re losers, I’ll watch all the same…