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Complete the following....
There once was a sheik from Algiers,
Who said to his harem "My dears,"....
Just for yuks, there's no prize.
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There once was a sheik from Algiers,
Who said to his harem "My dears,
This isn't a hoax:
I much prefer blokes;
I've been cottaging nightly for years."
[Updated on: Sun, 30 December 2007 11:56] |
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Go out to the kitchen and bring in some beers
Then head to the bars and send up the queers !
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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There once was a sheik from Algiers,
Who said to his harem, "My dears,
I'll send you all walking
if you don't stop your talking,
for you've nothing between your ears."
Youth crisis hot-line 866-488-7386, 24 hr (U.S.A.)
There are people who want to help you cope with being you.
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13800
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If anyone can do better than that I'll buy them a pint! That one is perfect!
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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I say! The man is a poet!
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Thank you, Timmy and Tor. 
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There's a chap from over the sea,
Whose nickname is "It's only me";
He has a great hoard
Of friends on his board:
By name, the "Place of Safety".
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Observing the Queen riding past,
A servant at once cried, "At last!
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Let it never be said
that I'm no good in bed
its just that my need is for queers.
can you guess what I do
when I'm not home with you
even though I'm declining in years?
when I make the night guard
stand up straight and go hard
it's because I am feeling their rears.
when I say I am bored
with this feminine hoard
I wonder if anyone hears.
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Observing the Queen riding past,
A servant at once cried, "At last!
She was only wearing
A shiny red herring
She got from a king of the past.
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Whitewaterkid asked us to pick
New lines for his half-limerick;
But now we have tried,
It can't be denied
That many are rather phallic.
(Yes, I know: they are getting worse and worse!)
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It's nearly new year and I'm sitting
At home with my laptop and knitting.
I confess, that's not true;
I don't have a clue
How to knit, but I said I did because knitting rhymes with sitting and it makes the second line work.
[Updated on: Sun, 30 December 2007 23:56] |
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Said the foreigner:
That last line must be pretty difficult to pronounce in order to keep the rhythm of the limerick? The attachment of a sound recording would be appreciated!
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The last line is prose.
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Ah yes, that's what it is!
Artistic freedom, they call it.
;-D
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Can you give us a try of your own?
(Says David, elic'ting a groan
from ev'rybody
as spontaneously
he composes a terrible poem)
P.S. Yes, I know it won't scan;
But I don't care: I'm tireder than
A chap who has been
Awake since the Queen
Was known to her subjects as Anne.
[Updated on: Mon, 31 December 2007 02:02] |
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There was a sheik from Algiers,
Who said to his harem "My dears,
"I have and erection,
"Brought just to perfection,
"So I thought I would bugger your rears."
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cossie
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On fire! |
Location: Exiled in North East Engl...
Registered: July 2003
Messages: 1699
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... tonight I just couldn't resist the temptation!
There once was a Sheik from Algiers
Who said to his harem: “My dears,
I’ve discovered the joys
Of cavorting with boys,
So you lot are out on your ears!
Last week, when on business in Spain
I picked up three studs on the plane;
Of the strawberry blond
I became really fond -
His tongue drove me almost insane.
We all shared a room in Cadiz,
And when we got down to the biz
I impaled each one twice;
It was more than just nice –
I’ve discovered what ecstasy is!
So my dears, I’m afraid it’s too late
To reconsider your fate –
But wait! That’s a thought!
Why don’t I export
You to cousin Khalid in Kuwait?
For a' that an' a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that,
That man tae man, the worrld o'er
Shall brithers be, for a' that.
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Whew!
Okay dudes, we all surely must agree that if there is a winner here, it must be Cossie.
I too am in awe.
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unsui
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Likes it here |
Registered: September 2007
Messages: 338
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[Updated on: Fri, 24 October 2008 19:43] |
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I always knew that you were clever with words, Cossie, but this surpasses all my expectations.
Did you ever put your poetic skills to any use in your profession?
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