Pass that celebratory glass around
Cheers, to you don’t drown.
Lift your spirits, join the fun
Pass the glass along to the next one.
Don’t check the glass or ask what’s inside
Just accept the glass as part of the ride.
Spread your wings and you will find
The fun that’s had with the drink time.
Pass that celebratory glass around again
People are leaving, but just begins.
At home you will be okay.
You were here having fun today.
You might have heard about the drink
It has been around forever did you think
There are poison dangers hidden in its juice.
You chose celebration over truth.
Here lies a rounder named Willy Lee
Marvelous hunk of a man was he
Lasted almost a day
After lovely wife Kay
Discovered she had an S.T.D.
No Imposter, I
Should I once ignore your smile
Call the undertaker
For I be dead unless I be
Imposter fraud or faker
Yet should I be, blind to thee
Even should a fraud I be
Interloper still would see
The beauty that resides in thee
Never shall I stay your kiss
Nor from your hug extract
Nor fail to stroke your flaxen strands
Never shall do that
Should we walk with hands unheld
Call the lawmen in
Tis not I you walk beside
But someone in my skin
Never shall I aim to roam
Nor draw another's eye
Change not I, lest I die
No Imposter, I
19 November 2018
There was a girl called Penny Lane
Who used to drive the lads insane
According to snitches
She'd drop her britches
To measure the inches she'd gain
Some lads would stare at her moon
Whilst others were given to swoon
But most made it clear
She had naught to fear
Because they would be coming soon
The good and the bad came and went
But never paid Penny one cent
Though each had their way
They all had to pay
STDs don't ask for consent!
03.IX.18
Contest Name EARLY SEPT 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Death wore a glamorous mask,
death wore a beautiful dress
Death gave him one night of pleasure,
death gave him an empty sex life full of regret
When he met her, she was the life of the party
Promiscuous and bewitchingly fly
Had men and women flocking all around her,
but those pretty birds weren't on the menu that night
She was a tigress in the club jungle,
feline with one painted striped eye
He didn't know he was her prey,
that death on high heels had chosen him to die
She stalked him, then caught him on the dance floor
Whispered seductive things in his ear
She said her name was Chimera,
and she offered carnal desires most men couldn't ignore
He got swept up in the heat of passion,
then led away to her private hotel lair
She urged him to come inside her,
and coaxed him to scream her name
She said she wanted him to remember that night,
because he would never see her again
Death wore a deadly disguise that night,
death came in the form of a femme fatale
Death brought him a lifetime of pain,
once he laid down on that bed straight from hell
If you want my ex girlfriend, she's up for grabs.
But if you sleep with her, you will get the Crabs.
It's possible that you may get Herpes too.
Sleeping with her is a stupid thing to do.
I caught her in bed with my cousin and I thumped her.
She sleeps with a lot of men, that's why I dumped her.
I'm giving you valuable advice so you'd better listen to me.
If you seduce my ex girlfriend, you are sure to get an STD.
(This is a fictional poem)
I am posting this officially.
I am presently 100% STD free.
I am Sexually Transmitted Disease clean.
I'm posting this for all of the ladies to read,
on the outside chance that I'll soon get lucky.
Sex
Strong
Sexually
Test
Time
Transmitted
Drop
Die
Disease
People whoo have an STD
I bet they feel so alone
Some of these people have
a disease
That is going killed them one day
They are so afraid to tell anyone
Because they know onces they
do
People around them will not act
thw same
To those people out their
Who have an STD
Don't be a shame of it
Tell people so they can learn from
you!
Maybe when you tell just one person
That one person
You are saving their life
So when you die
You are not dying in vein
I know you feel like you cannot
go on
Please do not this diease rob you
Yes u do have something that is
going kill
But with everything that happen to
u that is negative
It's all about how you take it
It's not over until God say so
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