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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Alien talk I can’t understand A Pifflewig performed a handstand He verbalised through his ass Gross putrid wind he did pass Like many blokes throughout the land! I farted, perhaps it was fear Foul wind was expelled from my rear The pifflewig boys Loved my smelly noise I’m gobsmacked when they start to cheer They dressed me in a rainbow gown Then presented me with a poop crown I’m made an alien chief Oh boy it’s such a relief As my long pants have turned turdish brown Written by Jan Allison Forgive them, dear Father, for they have sinned The pifflewigs appear to be chagrinned They whine and they sputter Such nonsense they mutter These alien life forms break lots of wind Then, I noticed that their pants were droopy Falling out were things stinky and soupy Rumblings in each tummy And squeezing their bummy Pifflewigs make such disgusting poopy Persnickety pifflewigs never hush Prattling wacky words in guttural gush They ran to the potty Ugh! Their pants were spotty I hope they have the decency to flush Written by Lin Lane Pifflewigs appear in alien forms Words and aromas in gibberish storms We're now too invaded Their Stench over-rated Hope they puff away with their smelly swarms WRITTEN BY TANIA KITCHIN Bow down to the lord of the Piffilewigs Who used to bow down with the smelly pigs Until he ate pork pie Right out of the sty And now cleans latrines as his latest gig Lord Piffilewig misses his days in manure Even though his new job has its own sewer And when cleaning slop From both mom and pop He gets his pick of sanitary lures Still lord misses pigs on planet number two And their penchant for filling their sties with ew But like good Piffilewigs He don’t give a frig As long as he has his ten arms in poo WRITTEN BY DAVID FISHER Each took their turn to fart in a can each took a dump in a Mexican pan boy how they stunk like flatulent skunk as they tooted then danced the cancan They donned on a wig did a jig on a rig eating their figs while doing their gigs pooping on beams letting out steam they sullied it up then went home, oh frig ! Each were swell buddies of Lin and of Jan one got sweet onions the other got spam one farted first the other one cursed but when they got caught, boy how they ran WRITTEN BY MYSTIC ROSE Some Pifflewigs arrived on our street Where all the gardens were nice and neat Until they came along Dropping their farts and dongs Covering all lawns with foul excrete. Sadly the street name has had a change The neighbourhood are finding it strange We're Portaloo Crescent It ain't at all pleasant Pifflewigs use drains as firing range WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE I never heard of a "Pifflewig" before Until one day when one knocked on my door My nostrils started swelling 'Cause the thing it was selling It just kind of smelled like a rotten "S'more" Written By Charles Messina PLEASE SOUP MAIL ME ANY ADDITIONS
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