Penultimate
callipygian
surly
Edicts may be written, and passed onwards down.
A smile is nothing more than a frown on a clown
what we see and spake on smoke,
the jay gets passed, don’t forget to toke.
The penultimate chapter has yet to be writ,
fierra is a hottie of a brit
she’s in love with a surly girly
her una dear, love’s a tilt-a-whirly
callipygian women they both may be,
but god forbid Joey ever see.
Wow. I am in awe. I especially like “A smile is nothing more than a frown on a clown”, a phrase of almost Edie Brickell-ian proportions.
And it captures my sleeziness in a way no poem ever has before. Wow.
champagne
tongue
blowfish
fractured prisms of pustletude.
a glass of your feignest champagne.
Don’t tell me to do the fucking hustle dude,
Cause my goiters are causing me pain.
A tounge slips into my meatotomy,
and slivers along it’s course.
rough enough for you baby?
that tounge, it’s like a horse.
blowfish bratwurst on evening meals,
raspberry mustard for migranes.
I’ve sucked off my fair share of eels,
When the moon waxes… not wanes.
these are insane!
okay, wordsmith…try these:
hoipolloi
recidivism
gouda
I wanted a block of gouda.
the waiter gave me chowda
your recidivism don’t sit with me.
we’re in SF, not New York City.
the hoi polloi may be ok with it,
but we’re the bourgeoise.
ok, three more…
obsequious
juxtapose
anthropomorphic
good to see you back, scratch.
Hmmm. Though I could take issue with your creative rhyming of gouda and chowda (wacky Coldy-speak notwithstanding), the bourgeoise bit more than makes up for it. Truly kick ass, oldie. You have some weird talents…
I aim to please and please to aim Saph.
And now for Dyno’s poem.
Obsequious mice are nice on rice for any price.
Juxtapose that hat in your feather heather.
for any attempt to catch me will result in failure, nice?
I don’t think so, to quote Joey, tougher than leather.
Looking at a plain of pain in rain torching Spain,
he ate crocodile tears for breakfast,
woodn’t that be metal cain?
and he screamed ANTHROPOMORPHIC at last!
Can’t resist anymore…
Scratch,my sweet,can I have an erotic poem using:
Jeff Hardy
Honey
Handcuffs
I’ll be ever so grateful:)
Here’s mine:
honor
bifurcated
rutabaga
And mine:
barrister
noodles
swanlike
erotic eh?
I’ll give it a shot
Sucking deep on his honey,
sweaty bucking bronco of love,
handcuffed by huricannas,
she is his true dove.
Matt and Jeff Hardy doubleteaming
in the very best sense,
naked green jello wrestling,
It’ll happen in the future tense.
using shit you’re and good
Typographical topography
stilton’s best
Duck lips pornography
shit you’re a mess
You’re not getting away too easy
we’ll take this as it comes.
bathroom cleanup is sleazy
good taste dictates tums.
::bows down to OldScratch::
Thank you 
Oldscratch, you’re the greatest, love ya sweetie! Hugs and cuddles, thanks.
Kitty
How wonderful Oldscratch! A skill that thrills!
Humbly asking if perchance you could craft something with:
Fudgie The Whale
monobrow
orchids
He took her honor with a pencil stub
easier if he had taken the time to rub
on bended knee the grope was denied
as it was she cried and cried.
Contamination of the brain.
Mentalitiy bursting with surging pain,
Styborgian rutabagas on attack,
my brain hits the cement with a loud smack
Bifurcated now, and forever
you think you’re so damn clever
just because you don’t know the pain
of going on with half a brain.
Wathers wouldn’t wake like you,
or funneral pyres flamed
the barrister’s banister spake like you,
and Patty, she was framed.
Noodle’s noodlectomy
sadly went awry,
sinfully sooty and pecked from me,
it made your mooher cry.
Swanlike in significance,
and lawyerly like lice,
the multitudes magnificence,
would blind any three mice
I kept your heart oh dearest,
I kept your heart for life
You were more than just a beer rest,
you were more than just a wife.