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| There once was a man, His name, Fred Penis. I knew him well, Nothing came between us. Then one day, I called him a fool. He looked at me, And said "Unbelievable!" He kicked my face, And spit in my ear. I trembled on the ground, In horrible fear. Now I stay away, From this man named Penis. Dick Tinstead | Licking wet meat that lyes before my face,
I place my forked tongue in its rightful place,
I lick this way and that, in a penulous manner,
I write down, "today I scored!!!" in my daily planner.
Jack Pubes | He loads the gun, he plans to shoot, He is sure, I had better run. He speaks and laughs. As his jaws smack, I think he is a rapist. He comments on size, but his impatients gets the best of him. Yes I have won. He has now gone away. But I hear him still. In the distance, through the walls and over the music. Maybe he is waiting to ambush me. I guess I'll have to see. Jk Swad | "Silent Music Box" Pounding again and again I pound Screaming seems to be no sound Oh how I want to be set free Traped in this music box I fade Toss me the knife and set me free Wake me from this nightmare please Eyes shut tight No I can't see straight Blinded by the pain she brought So I thought the pain would fade Still I hurt down deep inside Trying to hide this pain from them Make this end, don't go away Say you'll stay, don't go away Pounding again and again I pound Screaming seems to be no sound Oh how I wish to be set free Traped in this music box I bleed Wake me from this nightmare please Sandra M. |
| My name, is Fred Penis I was born in 1776, and at the exact moment of my birth my father was slain by the British. He was the last man to die in the American Revolutionary war. Later that day when my mother learned of my fathers death she commited commited suicide. For ten days I was all alone, until a wounded British solider sought out refuge in my home. He discovered my mother dead and then he saw me. He decided to stay at make the house and me his own. Until the age of 20 we lived alone in the woods until one day he was cutting wood and a Bear ate him. After this I decided to leave my home and never return. That was how my life began now let me tell you how it ended, in a way. I was now 26 Enjoying the new life that had eluded me for so long. It was in a small tavern where the begining of the begining took place. It was dimmly lit and only the town drunks where in the bar at this time of night when a man dressed in European clothing walked in to the bar. He asked to buy me a drink, which was fine by me, so he did and then we conversed for a while about where he come from and other such things. And he paid for drink after drink but only for me. I only noticed after about four ales that he had drank not a drop. This seemed very odd to me so I decide I must be going. I left the Inn in a normal fashion to not alert him of my thoghts of him but as soon as I walked through the door I started to Run and all of a sudden boom I ran into, into the strange man. But how did he get outside and infront of me, I wondered. With a flash of light he sunk his teeth in to my neck and drank my blood. I lay lifless on the ground with every intension of meeting my mother and father but something was happening to me. Yes, its true, I was becoming The undead, Nosfratu, Vampire, what ever you want to call it. Now I would have to learn a whole new way of life, without life.... To BE Continued BY Fred Penis |
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