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  • Shit-house humour.

    Hi,

    If you, like me, spent countless hours sitting in the public WCs, sans trousers round ankles, crapping and reading the poems scribbled on the walls, then this is for you.

    Here are a pair of the more memorable ones.

    "It's no use standing on the seat,
    the crabs in here can jump six feet."

    Who will ever forget the next one?

    "Here I sit broken hearted,
    paid a penny, only farted."

    Can you remember any others?

    I have this image of you guys rushing from crapper to crapper, with notebook and pen, copying down all that you see. Watch out for the men in the long trench coats.
    Spedius

  • #2
    "Here I sit broken hearted,
    came to shit, and only farted."

    "Hickory, Dickory, Doc
    This Chick was sucking my cock
    The clock struck two, I dumped my goo
    and then her too on the next block"

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    • #3
      Hi Bam,

      Two different versions of the same shit-house poem, two generation's variations perhaps, interesting?

      I do like your avatar, who is she, do you have any more pictures of her?

      I've run out of poems, do you know of any others?
      Spedius

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      • #4
        Spedius,

        That is the famous, glorious Noon, to be found each night in Cascades (if you are early enough!!)
        seriously pig headed,arrogant,double standard smart ass poster!

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        • #5
          (katoeylover @ Jun. 19 2006,16:34) Spedius,
          That is the famous, glorious Noon, to be found each night in Cascades (if you are early enough!!)
          Hi katoeylover,
          Thanx mate, so that's Noon, wow

          Here's yet another, fuller version.

          Here I sit,
          broken hearted,
          Came to shit
          but only farted.
          Deep in grief,
          I ponder my dilemma-
          sit and stink
          or take an enema!

          Spedius

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          • #6
            (spedius @ Jun. 19 2006,16:24) I do like your avatar, who is she, do you have any more pictures of her?
            That's Miss Noon!

            http://asiantsgirls.com/cgi-bin....cascade

            http://asiantsgirls.com/cgi-bin....cascade

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            • #7
              Hi all,

              Whilst surfin' the net, seeking out new examples for inclusion in this thread, I stumbled across this item.

              The poem below is a far better opener for this thread than my own humble efforts.

              "Toilet Stall Poetry

              By Allen Coyle

              Have you used a public restroom
              Have you been seated inside a stall
              And have you noticed the words of wisdom
              That are scrawled across the wall

              Curses and verses and wisecracks
              Hints and tips not taught in school
              Insightful quotes by scholars
              Sketches of women in the nude

              If you must answer the call of nature
              There€™s no better way to spend your time
              Than to perch yourself upon a toilet
              And to read these clever lines

              As you€™re taking care of business
              You admire this masterpiece
              And wonder how many have added to it
              As they sat here on this seat

              All of the many virtuosos
              Who contributed to this monument
              Are the ones responsible for its beauty
              And for all the graffiti written on it

              You think about your unheard voice
              Just before you flush
              And how those who have nothing to say
              Are the ones who say too much

              But in the restroom things are different
              Where a wise man can say his piece
              In only one or two prophetic verses
              Advice that€™s always free

              So you clutch your trusty pen
              And find an empty space
              To write what€™s on your mind
              In your very own sacred place

              And so with one conclusive scribble
              You admire what you€™ve composed
              It fits in so nicely with this mural
              Made up of drawings, poems, and prose

              You flush with satisfaction
              You€™ve become a bathroom poet
              You€™ve had the ability to create beauty
              And yet you didn€™t even know it

              And so every poem and quote
              And even the sketches that are obscene
              Will remain as art for many centuries
              Or until the janitor wipes them clean"
              Spedius

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              • #8
                (Bam @ Jun. 19 2006,17:09)
                (spedius @ Jun. 19 2006,16:24) I do like your avatar, who is she, do you have any more pictures of her?
                That's Miss Noon!
                http://asiantsgirls.com/cgi-bin....cascade
                http://asiantsgirls.com/cgi-bin....cascade
                Hi Bam,
                Thanx for the links, she really is quite dishy

                Yet another variation on the 'Here I sit' poem.

                here I sit all broken hearted
                tried to shit but only farted
                then one day I took a chance
                tried to fart and shit my pants

                Do you have any more poems or jokes?
                Spedius

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