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Higgle Pigg, Plus Arse Gravy! (poem – fucking weird, this one)

Miggle was a big old fat pligg!

higgling in his own filth, disgusting figg!

Sleep apnea, his curse, his demon,

eating a fucking pie, with cream on!

He was an arse, will always be two,

sorry for the readingly flooze!

this poem was doomed from the outset,

he sleeps in a twergy mindset!

How about a bit of arse gravy?

NO! That’s farged! And also, I’m too lazy,

I’d love some gravy of your arse,

but I’m a real arse, without your mind, lonely and sparse!

This poem is totally shite!

But read it, you dastardly mite!

you will……read this shit,

with a greasy little hand on each milky tit!

Comedy was my aim here,

I’ve failed something comprehensive!

Go away, you trench dwellers, you!

World War 1, mustard gas, Spanish Flu!

Moment to moment, you live like a dog!

Amphibious assault, attacking like frogs!

Tomorrow, you’ll regret reading this,

it was absolute dross, drivel and pish!

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Discussion

2 thoughts on “Higgle Pigg, Plus Arse Gravy! (poem – fucking weird, this one)

  1. Interesting, twisted, weird, I love it!

    Posted by toddfisk | January 9, 2015, 5:17 am

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