There was a time in Texas
When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis


R.

Quoted: There was a time in Texas When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis

 
This poem will suck by the time its through, er, in Texas

Quoted: There was a time in Texas When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis

Who was broke, drunk, and friendless

There was a time in Texas
When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis
Who was broke, drunk, and friendless
From Washington was he, so F**k him.

R.

ETA - Washington State

I can this is going to go nowhere.

Quoted: There was a time in Texas When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis Who was broke, drunk, and friendless From Washington was he, so F**k him. R. ETA - Washington State

There was a time in Texas
When Goat pissed off a guy named Francis
Who was broke, drunk, and friendless
Wore pink hats, and made Goat jealous

Quoted: Tubing down a river, Bill With water rushing fast between us. Is just the right time and place, For me to lick your penis

Fixed it for ya, to take it from fiction to non-fiction.

TXL

Can we change this to limericks?  

Limericks all have five lines
the second and first have to rhyme
the next two in order
rhyme too, but are shorter
match the last and the first and you're fine.

R.

Quoted: Quoted: Tubing down a river, Bill With water rushing fast between us. Is not the time nor the place, For the entire World to see your penis He accidentally showed it again?

I think they are making it up, I don't remember shit.

TXL

the only thing remotely close to a poem i can think of is a vision of theredgoat and 1GUNRUNNER in the back of a bar somewhere singing along to the tune of .." IN THE NAVY... balh... blah.. i have sailed the seven seas.... blah... "   then the vision gets ugly.. so i will stop there...

a poem for all the TX Warriors...

What have I done ???


I am here between the then and the now
The man in the caves wants to kill me
The man in the media calls me a killer
What have I done so wrong for so many to despise me
Am I wrong for loving my country?
Am I wrong for giving my life so that others won't have to?
Am I wrong for weeping when my brothers die,
so that I may feel the spit of ignorance when I return home?
Am I so naive that my beliefs are upside down?

The rage wells within me. When so many, so far from here,
cannot possibly understand why we were there;
yet their hatred causes me to question all that I have never questioned.
I know that if they could see through my eyes for a single hour,
respect would surely replace the hatred born of ignorance.
They cannot know my nightmares.
They cannot know how their hatred burns cruelly in my mind.
Yet I fight and die to defend them and their freedom to hate me.
What irony this is.
Fanaticism and ignorance are forever busy - and need feeding.
They feed on my blood and the blood of my brothers.

I fight for them, but moreover, I fight for those who know why I'm here.
Those silent few whose moral courage strengthens me.
And I fight for my brothers, who I can no longer see, but know they have
been taken to a special place for those who put their lives on the line to
protect those that cannot defend themselves.

To those that have defended it, Freedom has a taste the protected will never know.

Semper Fi