There once was an Avitta-ball,
Who slighted the great blog of whall
He poem'ed him not,
His stats went to shot
Now nobody visits at all.

(proper pronunciation now restored)

This one big-ass doof named avitable
Wrote poems so bad they were pitiful.
Offending each one,
(both done and not done)
tittable, clitable, shitable.

(SYSTEM NOTE: the last line of above limerick was automatically censored by this blog's filth-o-meter to adhere to minimum offensive content standards)

This guy that I know has 2 dicks
He's homo and ain't into chicks
He's got two gay buds,
named Phillip and Studz.
Their 3-ways are actually six.

The great blog of whall is now open.
and whall is just sittin' there hopin'
that y'all come and visit
Ifyaneed more, what is it?
Gratuitous lickin' and gropin'??!?

You think you're so highly regarded.
(I hope this news isn't discarded)
But Adam Avitable
and hottie Miss Brittable:
You both are so Clearly Retarded.

Poppy, we're all jealous!

And stop acting all jealous that Dawg gave me his bone.

Dave2, do not!

Sybil, ha – I like yours!

Blondefabulous, no, you should definitely go see how he tastes. I mean, meet him.

Thursday's Child, I could be presumptuous and pretend I know who that is. But I don't.

Mike, or a special type of madam.

Jay, yup, with my beret and Van Dyke beard.

Bossy, but you just wrote the best poem ever!

BE Earl, yes, it's a Stephanie.

Sarah, again-a and air-a? Don't quit your day job!

Poppy, hahahaha! You know you laughed at "gloppy" though.

Lisa, here you go:

I once knew a blogger named Lisa,
It wasn't too hard to please her,
A slice of cheesecake,
Or two or four or eight,
And through the doorway she wouldn't be able to squeeze-ah.

Hello, someday that love is going to explode out of you like a big ol' gushing orgasm.

Crystal, here's one for you:

A Hawaiian angel named Crystal,
Was gorgeous and smart as a pistol,
She is an avatar from on high
Her angelic nature is nigh
But she never quite learned how to whistle.

Robin, sigh. All these whiners!

There was this chick named Robin,
Her breasts never needed boob-jobbin'.
She was proud of her rack,
Or, as they're called, Jill and Jack,

RW, c'mon, I'm a poet and I don't know it!

Turnbaby, a powerful image, no?

Metalmom, I would have done one for you in the comments, too, but yours was so good!

Britt, why do you hate me?

SinisterDan, I try very hard to keep my filth level high.

NYCWD, yes, we know. Sigh.

Finn, where is this picture?

Grant, what? This wasn't tame?

Willie G, ooh, I like yours better.

RW, hah. Men have boobs.

Sue, it's good cold and salty.

Delmer, no, that's easy:

I knew this tall fucker named Delmer,
(Which is a name stranger than Velma)
When he has time to spare,
He bikes everywhere,
And glues Lycra to his body with Elmer's.

Jozet, poetic license!

Fiwa, well, I'd say it was about half-assed, personally.

Heather, I love that one!

Poppy, I know! I'm getting it from all sides! That's what she said!

Hoosier Girl, sigh.

Hoosier Girl is a blogger who teaches,
She likes truckers and manly men's features,
She likes a team called the Hoosiers,
I don't know if they're winners or losers,
But if you mock them, she'll find you and eatcha.

Stephanie, yes, that's you.

Karl, and that one was hilarious!

Winter, karaoke, yes. Creepy poetry, no.

Wait…I am NOT drinking for anyone's jar. :finger:

SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3some: