Green Club

[sourland]

They poop green.
They poop lots.
A sight to be seen.
Roasting in the pots.

 

[Alaskan]

You roast their poop?!?!?!

 

[Wisher1000]

Ah, time for a poem, young Flannigan?

There was a time
not long ago
When youngers were fine,
the ones that I know.

But it's certainly true
that youngers of late
are blocking my view.
Who left open the gate?

 

[sourland]

You roast their poop?!?!?!

Why, yes - doesn't everyone?

Youngers Anew


Who left open the gate?
A Younger anew,
Not a Younger I knew
Sends me PM's of hate.

It's not my view that is blocked,
Why, it's the Younger of hate.
Why, who could hate an old man?
Simply doing the best that he can.

 

[oldrooster]

But are their sleeves green? I learned a song in school "green sleeves was all my love, and all my love is greens sleeves".

 

[sourland]

Wasn't that 'Green Shorts'?

 

[Bunnylady]

Wasn't that 'Green Shorts'?

What's that, Mr. Green Jeans in cutoffs?

 

[sourland]

Moldy boxers?

 

[Alaskan]

Moldy boxers?

Some things just really shouldn't be allowed to rot and fall off.......

Unless of course they were never used well anyway.

 

[gmendoza]

Quote: The simple old man
doing the best he can
eating the eggs
that fell out of the frying pan

he remembers the days
of his Younger ways
frolicking in the tumbler of hays
naked as a flock of blue jays

and a bama biddy, worried about a gate
scared about the fall of ill fate
the latch on the fence, it doth not mate
she got mad,and on it she spate

I can talk of others i see on this page
for my words are of poetry, like spells from a mage
it clears the air, like fresh smelling sage
i am not old like you, I am young of age

for I am Gman, the one underground
not sad at all, the frown upside down
the reading nut, the poetry clown
naked as well, my hair is my gown

as i finish here, this poem i tell
as you can see, i rhyme so well
i must go, the chime of the bell
back to my cell,so i will sleep for a spell.
and add this I say, a warning to tell
don't wake me again, or there will be h*ll.

Gman-the Flannigan