tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028612360165578876.post2043098138192786924..comments2023-04-19T23:25:45.418+01:00Comments on Mr Axl's Lovely Potato Farm: Axl's Poetry Corner.Mr Axlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421674953756309571noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028612360165578876.post-61920295695554172122007-04-03T01:53:00.000+01:002007-04-03T01:53:00.000+01:00Axel.He bought a satchel.Then he stroked itThats r...Axel.<BR/>He bought a satchel.<BR/>Then he stroked it<BR/>Thats right,<BR/>Axel stroked his bag. <BR/>Even though it didn't rhyme. <BR/>And destroyed the rhythm of the verse. <BR/>But and least he didn't buy a purse.<BR/>Cos that would have been worse.<BR/>And that.<BR/><BR/>Soon his bag erupted spunk<BR/>To the ryhthm of Thelonius Monk,<BR/>It squirted faeces,<BR/>and smelled of shit<BR/>and arm pits,<BR/>and unwashed tits,<BR/>and other weeping bits,<BR/>And burnt hair.<BR/>It got smeared on Jill's Lap,<BR/>And spread in a bap.<BR/>That Jack Ate.degshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05594416443834885578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028612360165578876.post-69072637263711876672007-04-01T16:45:00.000+01:002007-04-01T16:45:00.000+01:00Ummm, ok.Maybe you could sell it to George Pringle...Ummm, ok.<BR/><BR/>Maybe you could sell it to George Pringle...she'll love it!Pipsywoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06770494673315286180noreply@blogger.com