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Array ( [sid] => 100066 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits [time] => 2005-07-04 08:34:20 [hometext] => No Comment...Just comment on it...:-D [bodytext] => Stinky, lemon tasting,
purple goo.
Chicken puss
smeared on a kangaroo.
Drunken bloodshot
catfish eyes.
Rat tails are french-fries
in disguise.
Little ants
crawl one by one.
Mashed potatoes
are so much fun.
Gravy slathered
bloody toast.
Donkey-burgers fly,
ass cheeses roast.
Buggy, buggy
please come here.
I love you forever.
You have nothing to fear.
Mustard and ice-cream
flavored soda.
Drink it quickly,
green bumpy Yoda.
Lick the gum
inside your cup.
Chew the pickles
the cat picked up.
Suck the bear
and lick his ear
Yellow mush
that tastes like beer.
Angelic frogs
with peanut butter wings.
Tiny voices
with which to sing.
Pizza gods
with gigantic apples
Fighting the devils
brainy candles.
Cheesecake crystals
lick my nuts.
While shoving
dollars up my butt.
Evil furbys
drink my water.
And plan a plot
to steal my daughter.
Bicycles
on lemon drops.
Snort cocaine
with the cops.
Condom juice
in the beaver’s fanny.
Whipped cream
is what thought my granny.
Defensive cherry fingers
eating pudding eggs.
Watch the blood
drip down my legs.
Birthday turds
with nose ring hotdogs.
Floating sand
and blue peaches snog.
-------- berries
hold me tight.
Lobsters ---- me
through the night. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 59 [informant] => acidicblasphemy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )

Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits

Contributed by acidicblasphemy on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 08:34:20 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

Stinky, lemon tasting,
purple goo.
Chicken puss
smeared on a kangaroo.
Drunken bloodshot
catfish eyes.
Rat tails are french-fries
in disguise.
Little ants
crawl one by one.
Mashed potatoes
are so much fun.
Gravy slathered
bloody toast.
Donkey-burgers fly,
ass cheeses roast.
Buggy, buggy
please come here.
I love you forever.
You have nothing to fear.
Mustard and ice-cream
flavored soda.
Drink it quickly,
green bumpy Yoda.
Lick the gum
inside your cup.
Chew the pickles
the cat picked up.
Suck the bear
and lick his ear
Yellow mush
that tastes like beer.
Angelic frogs
with peanut butter wings.
Tiny voices
with which to sing.
Pizza gods
with gigantic apples
Fighting the devils
brainy candles.
Cheesecake crystals
lick my nuts.
While shoving
dollars up my butt.
Evil furbys
drink my water.
And plan a plot
to steal my daughter.
Bicycles
on lemon drops.
Snort cocaine
with the cops.
Condom juice
in the beaver’s fanny.
Whipped cream
is what thought my granny.
Defensive cherry fingers
eating pudding eggs.
Watch the blood
drip down my legs.
Birthday turds
with nose ring hotdogs.
Floating sand
and blue peaches snog.
-------- berries
hold me tight.
Lobsters ---- me
through the night.

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Re: Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits (User Rating: 1 )
by 01_zanzebar on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 08:43:34 AM AEST
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WOW i found someone who puts something on this site a lot like mine! this is the first ive read of your work, i will give it a gander, check out some of my stuff AYOD and give me a comment or 2i think a woans steel II is still my last work, its kinda disturbed in "zanz" way. but otehrwise, good long peice of maddness :D i take it ure american lol. look forward to seeing u

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Re: Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits (User Rating: 1 )
by scottmunster on Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 03:19:31 AM AEST
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Wow... well... it's certaily.. entertaining.. and creative... I like it. It's out of the box. Good job

Re: Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits (User Rating: 1 )
by Chilibear on Tuesday, 2nd August 2005 @ 06:54:33 PM AEST
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Wow, I like that a lot. This is the 1st of ur poems i've read, but now i think i'll check out the others. Keep it up!

- Chili

Re: Butter Toasted Pickle Rabbits (User Rating: 1 )
by broken_cookie on Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 11:02:49 PM AEST
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hey bizitch! i helped u with this poem...was this the same day we watched boobahs? i cant member much love! i luvs ur poems ! bye!

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