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"Kissing"

What a load of over-rated crap

I'm talking about the tounge down the throat stuff... I think I was 12 when I first kissed somebody and have done on many occasions but it just seems boring... enough of this kissy crap how about a shag?

I find a bit disgusting actually... so from now on I'm not going to french kiss because it's crap... instead I'll just kiss normal because I prefer it that way.

Discuss

Honestly.
A prose throwdown and you bring up kittens in mittens?

We are veering towards the domain of teeny girl poetry.
Let us watch war films and punch bears and stuff

I know, I just found it funny.

Dude, kittens? Fluffy?

I'm not a chick.

Deep down you're gay really
You jus**t refuse to admit
You say all this emotion sucks
You say all the love is sh*t
But you're jus**t trapped
Jus**t like a kitten
Stuck in a box
It's head in a mitten
You're walking around blind
Barking like the dogs do
Because you think you're
As big as them too
But you're not really
You're jus**t wussy
Pretending to be scary
But you're a pu*sy
Maybe someone
Will s**troke your fur
And maybe one day
You'll let yourself purr

Goatboy wrote:

> But you're still a big gay Welshman


Atleast he's not a big gay Englishman :D

Excellent!
Allow me to retort:

My prose sucks because it doesn't rhyme?
I think someone is confusing poems with limericks
One is an expression of the soul and wit
The other is indicative of being full of
Passion
However misguided
At least this prose showdown
Beats either of us tossing out
2nd rate "feel my pain" poncy noise
That is only fit for More magazine
And hand-wringing college English exams
So you go your way and I'll go mine
But you're still a big gay Welshman
With a really silly moniker
Hannakuh!

Call me what the hell you want
You stinking drumming monkey cont
My poems get the women too
They kinda like to jump on you
So your opinion I guess is rather wrong
And at least mine rhymed, you cheating mong

Goatboy wrote:
> Sincere and meaningful poems
> Work well to impress
> But only other
> Big gay welsh nancies

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hohoho

Goatboy wins

Sincere and meaningful poems
Work well to impress
But only other
Big gay welsh nancies
Which is fine if that's your thing
The thought of bristly Leek-yankers
Leering at me in a pub
Doesn't turn me on
See that big farmer with the toothy grin?
That's your boyfriend that is
And he says you're late for tea
Dress real nice
And he'll touch you somewhere warm