E-HarmonyA Poem by A little tipsyAn honestly brutal add on E-harmonyE-HARMONY I’m forty-three and live at home The basement is my Superdome My dad wishes I’d go away He keeps repeating that I'm gay.
My mom calls me her little boy The dog, he treats me like his toy My shirt is stained, but what the hell The neighbors tell me that I smell.
I asked a girl out at the mall She turned to run but hit a wall This shopping cart is my sweet ride I pimped it - put flames down its side.
Twinkies are my favorite sweet With buttermilk they can't be beat And sometimes I forget to wipe My underwear has got a stripe.
On Halloween I trick or treat But no one wants to smell my feet I ring their bell 'till they put out 'Cause candy's what I'm all about.
My weight, three hundred pounds, or near My dad says I should wear brassiere My hair, last combed in ‘83 And sometimes I fart when I pee.
So this is me, you want to date? I’m really hoping we can mate I'll meet you down at the Wal- Mart Just find my flaming shopping cart.
By Dan Trent Copy write: 2008 © 2011 A little tipsyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 7, 2011 Last Updated on June 7, 2011 AuthorA little tipsyAboutWell lets see. I have a great sense of humor. Pretty much know as a Crazy red neck poet who enjoys making people laugh. I love to collaborate with other poets. I do write some serious poetry. I own a.. more..Writing
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