Friday, December 19, 2008

Beautifool prise winning poemmm

The farmers wife was away for the week:
Who's my bitch? said the farmer
Not I says the little piggy
I've got my own problems to take care of
So fuck off and let me be
Who's my bitch? said the farmer
Not I says the cow
But my tits could use a tug
Go ask the dog
Who's my bitch? said the farmer
Not I said the dog
I've got worms and my ass itches
I've got to go eat grass and puke all over your floor
Go ask the cat
Who's my bitch? said the farmer
Not I said the cat
I'm not big enough for you to take
Go ask the pig
Who's my bitch? said the farmer
Not I said the pig
The cats a fucking liar
You're all fucking liars!
Please let me be!
Then the farmer raped the pig

The moral of the story: Sometimes the farmer rapes you even if you're a dirty pig.

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