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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As Joe was biking down the side of the road He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills. Or more accurately, the driver almost ran over Joe; 'Twas one of life’s unwanted thrills. A spirited exchange ensued between them About who was in the right. But this being the delicate poetrysoup, I’ll keep the language light: “You fornicating chewer of masculine appendages,” Quoth the driver. “What the fornicating inferno were you doing?” Replied Joe, “Just following the traffic signs, you premenstrual hyena in need of screwing.” He quipped, “You’re replete with fornicating doo-doo, My light was coitally green.” Quoth Joe, “Alas, your light was not. And your maternal unit stars in movies obscene.” Said he, “A shower of gold, is what I’m told, May clarify your sight.” Retorted Joe, “Stay in that car, spawn of Jar-Jar, or you’ll be seeing lots of lights.” “Perhaps remove the telephone pole,” said he, “From where you store your bowel.” Quipped Joe, “So I could fire a methane cloud in your direction?” Oh my, how the driver did howl. The driver continued. “I don’t give an airborne intimate encounter about you and your bike.” One thing was abundantly clear, This man Joe didn’t like. Joe gave not a rodent’s backside For this foul troll’s attitude. Yet the driver felt inclined to continue with his prattling so rude: “Consume excrement and expire, you maternally fornicating portion-of excrement consuming rah-rah blah blah…” He continued bloviating. Suggested Joe when he finished, “Might I refer you to a friend, one you clearly need?” He’s a cranio-proctologist, The best around, indeed.” “I invite you to perform an antatomically challenging act of self-gratification,” quoth he. “I ought to apply my foot to your tightly clad posterior and then everyone will see.” “While I’m good at riding bikes,” said Joe, “Flexibility is not my strong suit.” “So the contortionism is out, and I plan to continue my route.” “And as far as threats go, I must say that I’m not very impressed. I wouldn’t bet your Hollywood looks on what I sure hope is a jest.” “In matters of fitness, you clearly lag,” noted Joe. Which is why you’re in the car, and I’m not. Thus, I cordially invite you to make a bowel movement or kindly get off the pot.” Happily the driver understood the score. Away he drove with a whine. Turns out he had to rearrange a sock drawer. “Too bad, “ thought Joe. “He talked such a good line.” Away Joe pedaled into the day, Whistling a happy tune, hoping not to encounter such a fornicating bowel movement show anytime soon. 3/2/16
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