The Fat Girl on the Sink

Big Joe had been in a slump, you see,
Three years the well’s been dry
He’d get girls out for a bite
And give it the old college try
They shot him down all the time
Put his manhood on the brink
Then Bob whispered in his ear,
“The fat girl’s on the sink.”

A myth passed among the men
A rare sight to behold
A straw grasped by blue-balled men
Needing some hope to hold
A wonder granted by the gods
Big Joe did thus think
To see his shining savior
The fat girl on the sink.

But deeds like this haunt a man
When his friends find out the truth
But how could they learn if noone sees
And he would leave no proof?
Desperate times mean desperate things
Though they may not be so chic
Determined was Joe to see it through
With the fat girl on the sink.

He went to the outside bathroom
The one out of the boss’ sight
Only to find a long line of others
Sharing in his plight
Too late! He was spotted!
And his resolve began to shrink
But the pain in his scrotum brought him back
To the fat girl on the sink

A man came through taking bets
On when the sink would break
A fiver got you in the pool
So Joe anted up his stake.
He wrote the name of a man in line
On paper and in ink
Though hoping all would be well
With the fat girl on the sink

His luck for once did hold out
He got to take his turn
He walked in the room
And started on his yearn
At first he had a hard time
His shaft was in a kink
But he wasn’t giving up
On the fat girl on the sink

He finally got things going
The action just seemed right
This jiggly angel sent from beyond
Was going to end his blight
He didn’t worry about the others
Or how much she now did stink
He manly needs called to him
For the fat girl on the sink

He was called Big Joe for good cause
The fixtures began to shake
But he did not notice, however,
As he exercised his snake
The pipes rattled, plastered cracked
All fell within a blink
He landed hard on top of her
The fat girl on the sink

He got up and ran outside
And asked, “Who drew my name?”
“It was Bob,” was the reply
His friend took advantage of his pain.
And yet he felt all was right
And turned to give the girl a wink
“Thank you, doll, I will never forget
My fat girl on the sink.”

Steamy Hot

My baby knows what I like
when I want it steamy hot
My baby knows how to climb
when I need her on the top

She grinds me and she slimes me
when I want it steamy hot
She grinds and she grunts
as if she’s sitting on the pot

My baby knows how to use me
when I want it steamy hot
My baby knows how to use me
as if I were a pot

She drops her fruit upon me
from her anus steamy hot
Her fecal, joyous bundle
that I do like a lot

The Elevator

Everyone is looking at me
Everyone is looking at me
Everyone is looking at me
and I’m not going to take the blame

Looking for a child
Looking for a child
Looking for a child
see a toddler,” Damn, lady, what do you feed that kid?”

Baaa!

Cannot sleep
but can’t count sheep
Because I have
lamb fever

I love sheep
their fuzzy fleece
You see I have
lamb fever

With their baaaa
my heart strings tug
Because I have
lamb fever

Lamby eyes
revitalize
That thing I call lamb fever

I’m not Scot
but they’re so hot
Bcause I have lamb fever

No escape
It’s not rape
Because I have lamb fever

Back Room Treasure

Whenever I’m in town, I make it a point to see Evette
The brightest lights, abundant wine, blonds, redheads, and brunettes
Painted women line the walls, tasty little snacks.
But none can hold a candle to Old Sadie in the back.

The female window dressings are in the bloom of youth
But in Old Sadie’s head could be found not one real tooth.
She has few hairs upon her head – the few she has are white
And the huge mole upon her brow is a really haggard sight.

But when Old Sade on bended knees puts her teeth into a cup
The men who hear the muted klink fight each other to line up.
One by one she takes them on humming as she goes.
A mm mm good that makes her wrinkled cheeks begin to glow.

Afterwards they leave that place humming her catchy song
It stays with to force them back to her to serve their dongs
I pray to whatever gods are there to grant me some mercy
For I confess that in my head forever plays that melody.

Basking in the Glow

Ten pounds out
Ten pounds down
Glad to have
My Daddy’s bowels
Basking in the glow
Basking in the glow

Fell good in
Fell good up
Tingles cover
all my guts
Basking in the glow
Basking in the glow

Some keep in
Fecal sin
But I always
go for the win
Basking in the glow
Basking in the glow

Sit for and hour
Sit for a day
Trapped in the buzz
Don’t wanna play
Basking in the glow
Basking in the glow

Oh my Bloody Underwear

Coming from the office
His office- the Man
Yelling from his office
Just stick to his plan

At my desk
on my doughnut filled with air
He gave me stress and left me in
My bloody underwear

Never praise, never good
No lubricant in hand
Screaming, reaming
from this nasty little man

At my desk
on my doughnut made of air
nasty squishy feeling from
My bloody underwear

Haiku V

Frost on windows
Favorite place for bare chill
Has brown stain on glass

At Farmer Joe’s

At Farmer Joe’s
The sheep must run
To avoid Big Joe’s big fat gun
he rams all with. And with the cows
who meekly graze he shares his plow
With everything he takes his fun

The wife speaks up
to end these sins
Beasts worth more then out and in
with germs passed fro. And with the horse
she begs him take the saddle course
When mounting does begin

But Farmer Joe
will never learn
Even with dripping and a nasty burn
In his scrotum or with the rash
That turned his skin to mottled trash
Corn holing all with no concern