Melmoth the Wanderer 9:43pm, 23 April 2006
Ditties, doggrel, sublime, ridiculous.
'SeraphimC PRO Posted 12 years ago. Edited by 'SeraphimC (member) 12 years ago
As I shit here
And sit
Into and on
This porcelein pit
I ponder upon

God, Life, Children, Wife
Black hole traces
And my shoelaces

Never let it be said
That I am not well fed
What comes out
Is not worth
Writing about
maddog. 12 years ago
When I was eight
I killed my best mate
They put me in jail
And withheld my mail.
maddog. 12 years ago
'SeraphimC PRO 12 years ago
Massive men and svelte ladies
just walked past the window

Arms lifted from their sides

The mens' from abdominal and bicepial musclemeat
buoying thinnish, flopping foreams away
from barrel chests and leaf-sprung stomachs

And womens' draped on their taut knotted shoulders
around waists
clenched in raspy free-weight chafed hands
layered with chalk and sweat and vanity
betsymartian 12 years ago
There was a coo
Upon a hill

'SeraphimC PRO 12 years ago
Betsy blinks but once
Flowers unfold in her eye
Spring, summer, fall... blink
park it here 12 years ago
There once was a young man called Maddog,
He worked with the land like a root hog.
He loved his dog Larry,
He's rather shag hairy.
His ute will drive over a dead log.
Melmoth the Wanderer 12 years ago
There was a young lady called Betsy
Whose pictures were really quite fetchy
She posted on flickr
so the views would be quicker
that talented lady called betsy.
maddog. 12 years ago
There once was a fish called Trevor.
Who was or was not very clever.

The End.
Melmoth the Wanderer 12 years ago
There once was a fellow called here
Who parked, or parked not, it appears
His cardie was cotton
Bright green, not forgotton
A remarkable chap, we hear.
'SeraphimC PRO Posted 12 years ago. Edited by 'SeraphimC (member) 12 years ago
There once was a man from limerick
Who had a rather large diddle-stick
When he whipped it out
All the ladies would shout
"Good lord please save me from monster dick!"
mlizzy 12 years ago
a tall dark stranger named Seraphim
who had a beard, that he gave a trim
his face he revealed , as the ladies all sqealled.
"Ooo, I just want a piece of him!"
maddog. 12 years ago
I see fish
In the air
Where they're from
I don't care
I see frogs
In the sky
Why they're there
I know not why
I see scabs
On my nob
Is your mum
On the blob?
maddog. 12 years ago
A big old poo
Went out for a walk
Early one xmas night.
He sat on me lap
The stinky wee crap
That pongy piece of shite.
squacco 12 years ago
There was a young coot named squacco
who wasn't very good at rhyming
so she decided against a career in poetry
maddog. 12 years ago
You forgot "Skanky bitch" and "Pipecleaner"
squacco 12 years ago
I didn't want to spoil the "flow"
antomic 12 years ago
maddog. 12 years ago
You forgot "Tinkle" and "Wangtoaster"
Melmoth the Wanderer 12 years ago
There was a young man of rochester
who purloined a greasy wangtoaster
When asked what its for
He ran to the shore
and tinkled the contents thereafter.
Kilaloe sunrise 12 years ago
Sex is evil
Evil is Sin
Sin is forgiven
So Sex is IN
kilaloe_sinrise 12 years ago
If it smeels like chicken
Keep on licking
If it smells like trout
Keep the fuck out
maddog. 12 years ago
Kilaloe sunrise 12 years ago
I'll say it once
I'll say it twice
Anal powertrip's
the shit!
maddog. 12 years ago
Did you just say shit?

*check rules*

kilaloe_sinrise 12 years ago
Oh shoot
Don't give me the boot
I'm very sorry
i was in a hurry
mlizzy 12 years ago
wind whips wildy in chicago
making mud in dirt holes
air and earth mix in between
there is no conjure
that brings you back
park it here 12 years ago
My pinkie's all stinky.
key lime pie yumyum 12 years ago
There was a young man from Stamboul,
Who soliloquized thus to his tool:
"You took all my wealth
And you ruined my health,
And now you won't pee you old fool"
maddog. 12 years ago
My nose is stuffy
and that's a pain,
I don't feel like
working today,
but bills are due
so I'm off to
work in the clay
maddog. 12 years ago
I hate to plagiarise, but I just say this work of great beauty.

dvs says:
The great mud elephant
wading through the sea
leaves no tracks.
Posted 3 months ago. ( permalink | edit | delete )
mlizzy 12 years ago
i shall arise and go to Inishfree and there a cabin of clay and wattles make.
-how much do wattles cost in the U.K.-?
they are feckin' outragious here in Ca.
'SeraphimC PRO 12 years ago
maddog. 12 years ago
Liz, that moved me.
maddog. 12 years ago
I'm making waffles soon
I hope I have a lot of room
I will eat them with a spoon
With salt and pepper and cheese
maddog. 12 years ago
Not waffles:


But tasty nonetheless.
mlizzy 12 years ago
@maddog - shouldn't that picture be in the talkin dirty conversation? - WHAT is that ? mold sauce on spaghetti-?
mlizzy 12 years ago
oh glad that my yeats paraphrasing touched you.
maddog. 12 years ago
That was dinner.
betsymartian 12 years ago
mlizzy don't let him fool you, he was touching himself, he just likes to have someone to blame.
maddog. 12 years ago
I am touched. Really.
mlizzy 12 years ago
i have no doubts that you are indeed "touched"- with what is open to discussion
maddog. Posted 12 years ago. Edited by maddog. (member) 12 years ago
betsymartian 12 years ago
unfortunately, that's not enough blood to check your glucose levels with.
maddog. 12 years ago
Give me some sugar
And give me some tea
Boil some water
While I have a pee.
Make me a cuppa
As fast as you can
And after our supper
We can watch the neighbours shooting their home-made porn.
mlizzy 12 years ago
I drink it cause it's here
I drink it cause it's beer
maddog. 12 years ago
I love
My glove
♥ Nat hamlin Posted 12 years ago. Edited by ♥ Nat hamlin (member) 12 years ago
I can't sleep.
I need a drink.
Fuck all.
I want to get laid.
♥ Nat hamlin 12 years ago
Lie in piss.

Where is JahBuzz anyway? Arabia?
freekstreet 12 years ago
"I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face
I got the bread but not the butter
I got the winda but not the shutter

But I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan But heh I'm big in Japan"
maddog. 12 years ago
Heaven knows
I love my nose
With it I smell
My wafty toes.
Melmoth the Wanderer 12 years ago
'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death'

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

-- William Butler Yeats
maddog. 12 years ago
Death is dull and pretty crap
I think I'd rather eat a bap.
mlizzy 12 years ago
* sniffling , begins to sing in a voice tight with emotion, a bit warbly

oh danny boy , the pipes , the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountain side

* sound of bagpipes swell
freekstreet Posted 12 years ago. Edited by freekstreet (member) 12 years ago
When did things
get so serious in
Anal Dictatorship Powertrip Administration?

I don't know. I don't know.
What a shim.

*tears begin to fall (so glad it's raining)*
maddog. 12 years ago
Iowa, my favourite town
When you are here I cannot frown
Your lovely water
Is five shades of brown
And when I'm drunk you spin around
Your sexy sheep
Don't make a sound
Cos if they did I'd call my hound
And he would bite them very hard
While I videoed it.
maddog. 12 years ago
I need to take a dump.
♥ Nat hamlin 12 years ago
There's a hole in my head
Where the ice pick goes in
Twirl it about
and then yank it out
Grezza boo havoh de bin.
♥ Nat hamlin 12 years ago
mlizzy 12 years ago
@maddog - that is sooooooo sweat - er sweet !
i'm gonna copy it and send it into the Des Moines Register so all iowans can appreciate yer beautiful poetry
maddog. 12 years ago

It took me a long time to get it just right.

Nath, I hear ya.

Urmm gg stooof.
maddog. 12 years ago
Here be my dog
He leap like a frog
There go my dog
He leap like a frog.
various zoo [deleted] 12 years ago
mlizzy 12 years ago
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: "Stetson!
"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
"You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable—mon frère!
T.S. Eliot

is london really like this ?
maddog. 12 years ago
In a word: yes.
In a book: yes.
In a year: no.
In japan: yes.
maddog. 12 years ago
Wiry wiry wire
You are silver and grey
and long and wiry
so long i don't want to measure you
wiry, wiry wire.
mlizzy 12 years ago
from whence springs this meloncholy
why does it cling so in my blood
why must there be a fence , a line which shall not be crossed ?
why must there be NO ?
rules are too strict
desire can not live by rules
simple purpose [deleted] 12 years ago
i don't understand that one 'mlizzy'. is that your real name?
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