Poetry thread.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
[drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles, mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

We waited for the all-night train
The all-night train that never came
We had to walk from Blackpool to Manchester
We had lots of fun and lots of laughter

When we got home
We went straight to bed
With backs that were aching
And legs felt like lead

We got up the next day
We both couldn't move
So we put on some music
And got into the groove

Dancing and shaking
Swinging our hips
Holding each other
Touching lips

I wiggled my bottom
He jumped on my back
He aimed his banana
It was touching my crack

I said I was loving it
Which made him move more
We both ended up
Crashing down to the floor

He rolled me over
And tickled my Pitts
My nipples were hard
So he nibbled my tits

I said that's enough
I need to cleaning
His eyes were so wide
And his face was beaming

We got up right away
And we started to clean
He was a good lad
If you know what I mean

He didn't start moaning
He wasn't really fussy
He said that later
He would play with my pussy

We had a great day
In love and content
When we went to bed
I was lay in a tent

His erection so large
He couldn't wait to get going
So I parted my legs
He was growing and growing

We tried so hard
To get his penis in
But it ain't gonna happen
My vagina did win
He said I thought that
Bigger was better
I can't get it in
But it's made you wetter

I said just leave it
You can do it later
But he was something
What a great masturbator

After he'd finished
We both tried to sleep
I could hear him quietly
Starting to weep
I said what's the matter
He cried out loud
My dick is too big
Yes I should be proud

I said big is not better
It's just an old saying
You can learn to train it
It will start obeying

I said C'mon baby
I wrapped him in my arms
He continued to kiss me
And show me his charms

You see it's not true boys
You don't need to be large
Women are not here
To take a barge

Seven inches is perfectly fine
Depending how many she's had down the line
So look after your pecker, treat it with care
Enter the cave, if you dare

Oh Yangtse!
Oh Yangtse!
Beautiful river!
A wondrous river;
River of the Eastern dream;
Her broad banks a-swelling;
Teeming with carp, and perch,
And trout, and bream.

"A Psalm of Lament" (an original poem by Allaby)

You ask how I feel,
This pain is so real.
I don't know why I feel this way,
Can I make it through another dark day?
I wish I could make myself smile,
I know it has been a long while.
My heart feels so broken,
My fears and pain go unspoken.
Will you hold me tight?
Will you tell me it will be alright?
Can I find the light?
Can I survive this night?
I reach out and weep for help, as I fall,
I will cling to hope no matter how small.
Please don't flee,
Just try and love me.

"The Power of a Friend's Love" (an original poem by Allaby)

I desire to take away your pain,
I long to shield you from the rain.
Your hurts are breaking my heart,
I will hold you, if you fall apart.
I will love you with every drop of breath,
in light and darkness, in life and death.
Together, we can know the healing,
this pure love is what we are feeling.
No matter what we have been through,
this one thing must be true,
From the beginning to the end,
I will forever be your friend.

"sadness" (an original poem by Allaby)

As I stare off into nothingness, I feel my heart breaking,
As I lie on the ground, I hear the darkness waking,
I crawl slowly towards the locked door,
but I am consumed by the cold floor.
I try to rise from the dead,
but I can barely get out of bed.
The sadness is powerful and real,
the pain and numbness is all I feel.
Will anyone rescue me from this sad fate,
can anyone lift me to a glad state?
I close my eyes and sigh,
as I live, while I die.

"The Cry of Love" (an original poem by Allaby)

Today, I will raise my voice,
I will make the right choice.
I refuse to harm any others,
I will love my sisters and brothers.
Humanity must join together as one,
all beautiful children under the same sun.
Our differences won't divide us any longer,
We can make our love and unity stronger.
Let us treat all with mercy, compassion, and grace.
Let us hold hands across the human race.
It is possible, if we just try.
Join me and let your love fly.

"The Journey" (an original poem by Allaby)

Did you stop to count the cost,
before everything was lost?
And was it a beautiful, scary ride,
With the ones you loved by your side?
Did you wake from your dreams?
Was reality as strange as it seems?
Have we won it all,
Or did we watch it fall?
Grasping for something to hold,
Seeking warmth in the coldest cold.
What does it all mean?
What have you seen?
Take a deep breath,
Live life now until death.