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Post by Mrs Ophelia Mulholland on Sept 25, 2010 10:21:59 GMT
Whilst walking down the street
I heard a thunderous tweet;
'Twas a poor little bird
Who couldn't pass a turd.
The little creature was constipated,
Its anus immensely wide dilated;
Tweeting loudly in painful mid-bog,
Trying to eject a log.
I observed with sympathetic heart
As it trumpeted a fart;
Straining, chirping loud and long,
And emitting a horrid pong.
I watched for an hour
Its display of anal power;
Then a final intestinal pump
Produced a huge steaming lump:
A mighty bolus of faeces
(a giant of its species,
and total back passage splitter)
Which shattered its shitter.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Sept 28, 2010 0:02:13 GMT
Excellent. Welcome to my poetry site. Please post some more as I am shitting myself with anticipation. OoooooooHHHHHH - THERE I go! A big one.
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Adamastor
Senior Poet
The Poetic Rocker of Oldham
Posts: 29
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Post by Adamastor on Sept 28, 2010 23:02:18 GMT
almost had an orgasm when I read the line "I was walking down the street" as I myself have had many walks down streets, especially on rainy, Friday nights.
Bravo, my beautiful woman.
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Chintee
Senior Poet
Hero of Arizona
Posts: 44
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Post by Chintee on Sept 30, 2010 22:11:15 GMT
I'm sure that would have set a record for largest birdshit ever. Did you contact the folks at Guinness with this news?
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Post by Barry Hodges on Oct 4, 2010 10:06:35 GMT
A truly charming write, Mrs M. Where do you live as I would like to write a poem about how some of my relatives got killed near there.
Since writing the above I have seen you live in Dorset. I shall write a poem for you.
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Post by montez on Jan 30, 2011 7:12:23 GMT
Very tasteful.
R. Sole.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Jan 30, 2011 17:20:51 GMT
I fear we have lost Ophelia for the moment. I shall email her and ask her to return to us.
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Post by Mrs Ophelia Mulholland on Mar 16, 2011 17:57:42 GMT
I am back! And I shall write a new (well, newish) piece to celebrate the fact!
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