No offense but this poem sucks.

It reminded me a little of Dr. Seuss. Now we have Dr. Poos.

PooperGal
"Searching for the Origin of the Feces"

EB, the content is funner than hell, but let's face it, man, this ain't gonna win the Nobel Prize for Literature.

How did you get King David to publish your poem, anyway? I've sent him a couple, and he sits on them like my Auntie Agnes before she has taken her Geritol. For example:

"So embarassed I thought I would die,
At the home of my boss last July,
When his dog named Smedley
Let a silent-but-deadly,
And everyone thought it was I!"

Some come here to sit and think, others come here to shit and stink, but i come here most of all to show my corn husks to one and all.

NO FLUSHING TURD TERRORISM! WOOT!

Har!
"my turdular girths"

SamDamnit!
Rectum Rector
of
The Church of Poop
http://groups.myspace.com/THECHURCHOFPOOP

Bury 'em, I don't mean the enema. This poem is painful as passing peanuts.

I liked it. It was harmless. .....hugging bunnies since 1969

Congratulations, Daphne, on just passing 1000 points. However the election comes out, you are in the Poop Hall of Fame (located, of course, in Flushing Meadows).

Maybe it's because I'm in a hurry to pack for my most recent trip, but I don't understand this poem at all.

TSV, you sound like me, packing for your most recent trip. Most people pack for their NEXT trip!

Ha ha!

Yeah, see how busy I am?

I think this poem was a good effort, poetry is not as easy as we seem to think. His concept is almost like edward scissor hands and unfortunately I can't think of a funny thing to say about that. Good work EB.

I can picture you sculpting with your poop.
That's kind of... disturbing...

C Everett: None taken - we're all entitled to our opinion!

Dumpster: Thanks - it was meant as an amusing piece of poo fiction, rather than a literary masterpiece, but thanks anyway!

TSV: There's nowt to understand - I was merely having a laugh...

Courier: See above comment for C Everett...

Daphne: thanks!

Bunga - nice one! Although a bit confuzzled about the Edward Scissorhands reference!

Another poem on its way hopefully very soon! Until next time, take care of yourselves, and each other.

Dumpster, in reply to your lovely little limerick, which I liked immensely, try this on for size:

"There once was a Bruce from Newcastle
Who rolled up a turd in a parcel.
He sent it by plane
To a poofter in Spain
To show him the size of his asshole."

ROFL Butters nice one

"There was a young man from LaPlace,
Whose balls were constructed of glass.
When they knocked together,
They played "Stormy Weather,"
And lightning flew out of his ass."

Hey that's an classic oldie Dumpster... how's about:

"A whimsical chap named Brock
Could beat the bass drum with his cock.
With a special erection
He would play a selection
From Johann Sebastian Bach."

EB, you're my kinda literate guy!

"A certian young man from Old Roma,
Had a cock that could play "La Paloma,"
But the strength of his act
Can't make up for the fact
Of impotence, size, and aroma."

I could do this all night, but I have to leave in a few minutes and take Little Dumpster to basketball practice. Later!

:) Cheers Dumpster. While I'm on a roll, I might add that:

"A farmer I know named O'Doole
Has a long and incredible tool.
He can use it to plow
Or diddle a cow
Or just as a cue stick at pool."

Would that be a Tootsie Roll, EB? I'll go you one worse:

The turds of a tinker from Thailand
Are as large and as long as an island
When he sits to shit
The feces won't fit
But back up from the bowl to the sky, man!

Haha tootsie roll!

good stuff Dumpster!!! I liked that one a lot!

Do you reckon St. Dave might deign to collect our poetastic commentary on the cloaca into a poet-nasty forum on PR?

Can you poop out a dog?
Poop on!

-Poopgirl