tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91268853909568098272011-11-27T18:04:16.313-08:00A blog inspired by shit house poetsAlannoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126885390956809827.post-78717191702726461542006-12-29T22:26:00.001-08:002006-12-30T19:59:06.002-08:00Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to shit and stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the bull shit on the walls...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9126885390956809827-7871719170272646154?l=restroompoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126885390956809827.post-280293803521866872006-12-29T16:29:00.000-08:002006-12-30T20:00:01.249-08:00As I pissed and missed I read about the guy who beat his meat on a cold and windy day. I wondered what would inspire this gent to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">whack</span> his willy to his content and then write about it. He said and I quote "I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">whack</span> away just to say Merry Christmas everyone and to all a Happy New Year". Who was this willy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">whacker</span> anyway? Was it Santa Claus?<br /><br />The webmaster<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9126885390956809827-28029380352186687?l=restroompoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126885390956809827.post-90726940273021952182006-12-29T16:04:00.000-08:002006-12-29T16:12:58.740-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Here I sit, a quarter too,Draining out a stinky poo,Beat my meat when I was done,Don’t look now, you’re sitting in cum. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anonymous</span> poet</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">To the dismay of all concerned,The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shit house</span> poet has returned,Here I sit upon this seat,My favorite place to beat my meat,If I cum all over the place,Imagine the look on the janitor’s face,Writing on the wall may just be mean,But I’m not the one who cleans this latrine.<br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Anonymous poet</span></p><span style="font-family:arial;">I leave this building,Underwear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">omitted</span>,Cause when I went to fart,I drizzly shitted.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9126885390956809827-9072694027302195218?l=restroompoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alannoreply@blogger.com0