Too Poop to Coop
Oh ceepeep!
A moodah coodah.
Hop pop.
Boo shob ah lot.
Sleet fleet.
A coodah leedah
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
And doodah poop.
Too poop to coop.
Oooowww,
Ceepeep.
A moodah coodah.
Hop pop.
Boo shob ah lot.
Sleet fleet.
A coodah leedah
And...
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
Few doodah poop.
Too poop to coop!
And...
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
And...
Few doodah poop.
Too poop to coop!
And...
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
And...
Few doodah poop.
Too poop to coop.
And...
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
And...
Few doodah poop.
Too poop to coop!
And...
Come lobba bobba
U doo da dramah.
And...
Few doodah poop.
Too poop to coop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Common Than PMS?
POOP
is more common
than PMS
What's POOP?
just made poop up!
pissed off over people
seems very common?
snap out of it!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When You See My Pup Do Poopie
Your dog bit my dachshund,
When my pup took a poop at Ben's.
I was looking into the backyard,
From a window in Ben's kitchen.
You have a rottweiler...
And my daschsund for him,
Is no competition.
That 'thing' needs to be leashed.
Muzzled and restrained!
It's obvious there's no training going on...
And I have refrained myself,
From inflicting it with my brand of pain.
Your dog bit my dachshund,
When my pup took a poop at Ben's.
If this should happen again to my pup,
I'll dropp kick that 'thing'...
And we will end as friends!
When you see my pup do poop again,
Don't smile as if you're proud
As if that is allowed...
Bring that damn thing in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonderful
She belongs there, left with her liberty
Never known as a non-believer
She laughs and stays in the
Won- won- wonderful
She knew how to gather the forest when
God reached softly and moved her body
One golden locket quite young
And loving her mother and father
Farther down the path was a mystery
Through the recess the chalk and numbers
A boy bumped into her
Won- won- won- wonderful
Na na na na na na na
Hey bobba reba
----everybody should
Wa bobba lee
Just start collecting
Hey bobba reba
Oh yeah
Wa bobba lee
Kept a-comin on
Hey bobba
Just to be a cool guy
Hey bobba
He bobba reba
Dont think youre god
He bobba reba
Vibrations
Go for a ride
Wa bobba lee
Just go for a
He bobba reba
Just keep goin
Wa bobba lee
Said it
Just keep goin
Hey bobba
All you gotta do is
Hey bobba
Cool it vibrations
He bobba reba
Ah just gotta do it vibrate
La la
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Shell return in love with her liberty
Never known as a non-believer
Shell smile and thank god
For one won- won- wonderful
Na na na na na na na
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Pop and Culture
Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.
They peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There is a peep on pop and culture,
Without a poop to stop.
Lady Gaga got that pop.
People peep on pop and culture.
Taylor Swift's got Country Rock.
People peep on pop and culture.
And Kanye's a social poppa.
People peep on pop and culture.
With Beyonce and Jay-Z,
Seen on top in magazines.
Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.
Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.
We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And...
Prince is there with beats.
And Michael Jackson's Pop is sweet.
We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And Lady Gaga just rocks.
We feed on Beatles.
And they introduced this culture shock.
Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Poopasaurus
Have you seen my Poopasaurus?
Oh she poops in great big piles.
She’s a prehistoric creature,
And her poop goes on for miles!
Can you help me to locate her?
Though your nose won’t like it much,
If you see her please remember,
You can look but do not touch!
Do not touch my Poopasaurus,
Or she may just poop on you.
She escaped me just this morning,
When I took her out to poo.
Have you seen my Poopasaurus?
She’s the only pet I’ve got.
She’s cute and kind, but keep in mind…
She poops an awful lot!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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You Keepa Way
You keepa way,
That's slipping from my listing.
I use to handle it,
But it it getting too late.
You keepa way,
That mooches on my patience.
I'd like to lace a drink,
And exit you from my head.
I wish that you were leaving,
So I could go straight to bed.
You keepa way,
That could droop eyes at parties.
And bore just everybody,
With the things that you say.
You can poop a party,
And that is just your way.
Some believe you do this,
As a mean display.
But you keepa way...
You can poop a party.
And bore just everybody,
With the things that you say.
You can poop a party.
And bore just everybody,
With the things that you say.
You keepa way,
That mooches on my patience.
I'd like to lace a drink,
And exit you from my head.
I wish that you were leaving,
So I could go straight to bed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't poop in a field and don't talk in a forest.
What I've been telling everyone that loves Carolina football is that we are going to put a team out there that, number one, is in good shape. We're going to be fit, we are going to be able to play the whole game and we're not going to poop out.
quote by Steve Spurrier
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The Adventures Of Neferkitti
Tuxedo cat known to all as Neferkitti
Owns a house, we pay the mortgage
Eat, poop n’ nap her main activities
Knows many ways her pets’ enrage
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Stroker Ace
light up the wheels and go for broke
stomp that pedal with a sniftin stroke
smack that roadblock caught in a pickle
i'm gonna hit that line like old dick trickle
well my motor's fine and this train's on time
and when i cross that line i'm gonna make you mine
i'm stroker ace-stroker ace-stroker ace
well it smells like poop and it sure looks crappy
gotta get back to north pappy flappy
well it's one a.m. and i'm rollin' in the car now
gonna hit last call down at the bar now
got a shammy in my pocket and it's burnin' a hole
stick it the floor and watch me roll
well my motor's fine and this train's on time
and when i cross that line i'm gonna make you mine
i'm stroker ace-stroker ace-stroker ace
well it smells like poop and it sure looks crappy
gotta get back to north pappy flappy
song performed by by Ween
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Beauty Queens Don’t…
Beauty queens don’t burp, fart, poop or pee
To do so would destroy illusion of a goddess
Because Icons are not mortal like you n’ me
They’re meant to prance, preen n’ luminesce
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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It
Good schools. The learning process.
I had no education when I was a kid I have no explanation for them things I
did. I pulled the legs off a dog and rolled 'em down a hill I put poop in a
hot-dog bun and ate it for the thrill. I tried to impress this girl who lived
on my block I said
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Morning Walk
its every day i see
this lady
a dog on the leash
and i am puzzled
to wonder which is walking
which
the dog is big
an unknown breed
it would be better
if she refused its feed.
both waggle their bums
the dog pees the trees
and puts his nose
on things
to snoop
wish they would
go somwhere else
to poop.
poem by Chander Malhotra
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Fear and Death; Are Our Twin of Pain
A nice conversation within the twin and me:
Twin: can you see our faces?
Me: yeah, sure; it looks like matured poop.
Twin: do you want us to honest with you?
Me: No, I want both of you to keep bullshiting around; till I grab your necks and strangle continuously, till your skulls squash.
Twin: ok; that's very respectful and fearful. Don't you have respect for us; almighty king fear and death?
Me: *hissing* what ever! For all I care; you both could go drink a full bottle of acid, and knock yourselves out; while you die of cancer, with all due respect, idiots! .
Twin: ok, I see this our friendly conversation is leading to no where, I guess; we will try another fellow, that is not Nigerian, maybe someone from Tokyo or Syria.
Me: good you know; at least both of you are foolish enough to park up your poop faces, and try another native dustbin bird, you could scold and steal away so easily. It was nice meeting and charting with you two retards. For you both; act like illiterate witches and wizards, preaching the word of God in hell, and selling holy water, to winch and quench the burning fire of hell.
Twin: we like you; because you fire up our curiosity. Can we be your friends?
Me: yeah, sure; you've just found the right hell, to make you burn successfully.
Me: It was nice melting both of you. Baboons!
poem by King Femi Oloidi
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Heavy On the Congas
It's my kind of night.
In my kind of season.
Pleasing a teased and craved appetite.
This brings me joy.
With a thrill I employ.
Pass the half & half.
Pour just a bit of it,
In this drinking glass.
It's my cup of tea.
Sipped and yes...
It is quite tasty.
With soft and fresh croissants.
Baked.
Buttered.
And slightly flaky.
It's my kind of night.
In my kind of season,
I like.
I might not show the excitement.
Since I am delighting each bite.
How can I express 'scrumptious'?
When a rhythm thumps with a groove just right!
Heavy on the congas.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Heavy on the congas.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Heavy on the congas!
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Beaucoup ooo aux mais oui!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And It's Funny How I Laugh At Samantha
Samantha.......how can I explain the way you are........
Let me count the ways.....
1. You're a poop head (and it's funny)
2. You leave your bike at easy mart and walk home forgetting it (and it's funny)
3. I don't know anything else to say about you (and it's funny)
poem by Nicole Wobster
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A Gingham Dress- Beth's Memories
He told me that
he had seen me
on the cover of a dime store novel;
that I looked a lot prettier in person.
On our first date
he brought my mother
a box of cigars
and my father
a dozen used golf balls.
The trunk of his car had no lid
and you could see the road
on the passenger side beneath your feet.
He had charm.
He stood under my bedroom window
and tied a note to a brick;
it broke the window
set off burglar alarms;
the police came
and he apologized.
We went to dinner and he smelled like chicken poop
from putting barb wire around the chicken coop.
I told him pigs will fly before I married him
and he showed up the next day
at the hardware store
where I worked
with a pig in the flatbed of a pick-up truck.
He called me out
strapping wings on the pig
yelling:
“Pig to fly on runway nine
Pig to fly on runway niner.”
He had charm.
Showed up one Saturday
wearing a gingham dress
over his jeans
saving he was saving up
to buy it for me.
“How does it look? ”
he said, “wanted to be sure.”
I was sure.
Married him.
Oh, he still has charm;
lots of it rubs off on me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Bursting Bladder
Can't hold it like I used to;
The pee is a dominant force of Nature:
(Emerson must have written about it someplace):
In high school I could traverse dry terrain aplenty:
Now it only becomes a poop in lieu!
Never part ways with the waystation (or you'll rue the day) ,
And when relieved, find the most pleasure outside of reproductive coherences;
Take little to heart outside of bodily functions;
Always, always know when & where to fart.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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More Suitable For You
I should have more of an understanding,
As to where you are coming from?
Your quick slide into the gutter,
Has been done by your own doing.
My stay there,
Was a result from your suppression.
You will find your stay,
More comfortable than I did.
At least those who slid there with you,
Are all of your acquaintances.
Like you they too have similar traits.
And like you they chose to deceive others too!
That gutter is a place,
That seems to be an ideal fit.
A perfect one and more suitable for you!
Please don't be offended,
If my dog does what dogs do.
I left my poop scooper!
If I were you I'd do my best to do a little move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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a letter from Patty and Ray
It is time for us to leave San Diego
and head back to Portland
starting on Valentines Day.
I hear it has been snowing in Portland,
I guess that rules out outdoor yoga classes.
That doesn’t sound good compared
to San Diego where it is usually sunny
and the activities included yoga,
aerobics, tennis, biking to shop,
kayaking, and fish tacos.
We have a great spot here
at Campland with a water view out front.
It is much nicer
than last year because
no one is occupying
the spots on either side of us.
We brought nicer bikes
with big baskets and racks for groceries.
The motor home only moved
once since we arrived
and all our activities
have been via bike or kayak.
When we first arrived
I hooked two ten foot sewage hoses
together and the connection failed.
We had sewage everywhere.
We called the hazmat team
but by the time
they got here the ducks had eaten
what Ray and I didn’t clean up
with newspapers.
The ducks are everywhere
and I find it annoying stepping
around duck poop.
Ray likes their personality
but I only see the poop..
Vancouver Bob came to visit us.
We had fun searching
Pacific Beach for a house
he lived in fifty years ago.
He brought the rain with him
and we realized the motor home
gets smaller in bad weather
and with each person.
Overall it has been
the best weather
I’ve ever seen in San Diego.
Ray enjoyed golfing with Bob Perry
two or three times each week.
His other golf buddy,
Malcolm died last year.
Foxy is quite the character on drugs.
She thinks she’s super dog jumping in
and out of the motor home.
Her legs fail
so we lift her now against her will.
She loves sunrise
and sunset walks on the beach
as well as begging for drugs.
Sorry this letter is so boring,
but such is life.
Hope you all have a great valentines day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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