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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/4/2012 9:35:00 PM
Welcome to the site. Great writing with vivid descriptiveness and suitable rhyming. You are off to a good start with this entry.
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Date: 3/7/2012 1:40:00 PM
Very witty! I very much like this in all its arseyness! --a rather late welcome to Poetrysoup by the way! Keep up the excellent work! Always, Laura
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Date: 3/7/2012 5:53:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Flippant. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/6/2012 3:30:00 PM
I think its epic, i love it and hope to see more poetry from you. :D Your Friend Kaley P.s look up jezabella singe i think you would like her poetry. and welcome to poetrysoup
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Date: 3/7/2012 12:42:00 PM
Jezabella is one of my faves! I've been following her to work for years and I think she's just an inspiration to all of us cats.
Date: 3/6/2012 2:31:00 PM
This just made my day! Awesome!
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