Rhyming with Rosie

[Bolshevik]

I went to a many a Rocks

I'd never heard of the Fox

I've done my best

to love God and the rest

But from her I've received too many a knocks!

[doojable]

Once upon a time in a cornfield far, far away,

Rosie asked Donna to come out and play.

"What about hubby?" Donna said with a blush.

"He's on his way out, He'll get the bum's rush."

"What was he thinking? Athletes of the Spirit?

Don't ever play that! I don't want to hear it!"

All of those women, Oh what a waste!

They danced all day long. At night they were chased.

If I had my way, they'd be in MY stable.

I'd chase them around every desk, every table.

For now I'll just get him out and behave.

"President Rosie" is the title I crave.

So Donna come play with me in grass.

And stop hanging 'round that pain in the a s s!

[GrouchoMarxJr]

They called her Rosie the sinner

When she took Loy's gal out to dinner

At a quarter to nine

They began to dine

At a quarter past ten, it was in her.

[doojable]

Oh the question of Original Sin!

Was it Adam that let the Devil win?

VP said that Eve blinked her baby blues

Adam ate that fruit and ignored all the clues.

Eve taught him all those "wicked ways"

From then on they had their solo days.

Then Loy taught somethink even more queer

Eve wanted women to bite on her ear

How did anyone believe all this merde?

Maybe the original sin was giving heed to a turd.

Then along comes ole Loy

Says that Eve

[Bolshevik]

*bump*

[chockfull]

There once was a hag from Carolina

Who's sexual preference was vag....

She cut off Craig's balls,

Now she struts through the halls,

With Donna in tow right behind her.

[frank123lol]

There was rosie,who got to cozie,

with craig you see,she nailed him to a tree,

took his scam sent him on the lam.

what a flimflam,Now she is the boss,and is cross,

and those are at a loss,that come across,the rule who looks like a

mule.

[JavaJane]

Sorry, mine's haiku and therefore does not rhyme... and it's not so funny.

Oh you foul old bird

Your appearance is so false

Good outside, but dead in

Heart full of deceit

Your sold women for profit

Feeding L Craig's lusts

Sickeningly sweet

Plotting your rise to power

Hurting God's children

Power is yours, but

Still you hide in the shadow

Of your vile idol Weirwille

Lustful for power

Ancient wicked Jezebel

God is not with you

Edited June 18, 2010 by JavaJane

[Gen-2]

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Edited June 18, 2010 by Gen-2

[JavaJane]

Ruiner of lives

Preacher of nothing at all

You sit at your desk

Reading Grease Spot posts

Trying in vain to discern

Why so much hatred

You stupid old fool

You put power before love

Your control is done.

The bondage is gone

We preach to the lurking ones

Helping them be free

Exposing the lies

And The Way's hypocrisies

The truth has come out.

All your perversions

Your rules and regulations

Your "truth" is evil.

Your time is coming

You cannot live forever

The sands will run out

Will another come?

One of your lapdogs, perhaps

Hungry for power?

Pretty little dogs

Which one will you pick,

Master manipulator?

Eater of men's souls

We hope the Way dies with you

And it won't be long.

[Gen-2]

I'm da HOG fo'dis,

I'm da HOG fo'dat,

I'm a vile old B*tch,

Livin' off da fat!

I don'work too hard,

I don'go nowhere,

I gots wrinkly skin,

And da blue, blue Hair!

I'm da HAG wif da sag,

I'm the HOG,FO,DAT,

An'da money dat you gimme,

Keeps me in da fat!

I kan't teach no class,

I ain't wrote no Book,

If my clothes come off,

You donwanna look!

If ya dream of freedom

All I got to say,

You neva should'a thought it,

Cuz yer in my Way!

I'm da HOG fo'dis,

I'm da HOG fo'dat,

I'm a vile old B*tch,

Livin' off da fat!

[JavaJane]

Gen, once again, you rock.

[frank123lol]

Rosie sittin in posies

Rosie still real nosy

Rosie is still a queen

and is real mean

yall are the best she drawls

while she crawls

give me your money I'll be

your honey

[chockfull]

Gen, once again, you rock.

Seconded.

Do they have rap music in Ireland? Because that little rhyme has potential.

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 3/28/2007 at 1:46 PM, act2 said:

Most roses are red,

Some Rosie's seem dead,

At least her southern drawl,

No longer gets in my crawl,

So glad I don't have to hear it,

or even be near it,

or indeed fear it,

I certainly don't endear it,

The Way of Rosie has no merit,

For they haven't Holy Spirit.

Just my humble thoughts if you will permit it!!!!!!!!!

Act2, great post!  Very, clever!!

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 3/29/2007 at 6:54 PM, Ham said:

rosie once went to the Bahama

with Donna to be her hot mama.

she thought she was cool

as she stood by the pool

but she had but the face of a llama

Ham, good post! Who knew you were a poet!

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 4/4/2007 at 1:48 PM, Ham said:

Once upon a midnight drear,

I drank a little too much beer.

I stumbled, shook, and wobbling swayed

as I walked along the way.

Pink elephants I never met

till surfing on the internet.

Once home I took a quick cold shower,

and gave the puter some nice fresh power.

I surfed until the light of day

until I browsed greasespot cafe.

The page looked nice, and neatly done

the forums looked like they were fun.

but Rosie's pic brought on great fear,

I pulled the plug, and blamed the beer.

Ham, !