Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Popanator Poety Corner!

Hey, everyone! Now time for a touch of class. I would prefer a touch of ass and the delicious pooey wet juices that cum with it. Mmmm.... Now time for the literary arts!! Here are two poems about my Uncle Tony:

There once was a man name Jay,
And with Tony he was gay,
He may smell like shit,
And have a sagging tit,
But give a blow job once a day!

Hickory Dickery Dock,
Jay went down on the cock,
Tony shot his load,
And Jay ran home,
Hickory Dickery Dock!
Poopies for sale!!!!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Those were so fucking beautiful. I think you should send these to a publisher and get your own poem collection printed! It would be the ultimate bathroom reading! What better to read than poetry about shit while squeezing some chocolate dragons?

Popanator said...

Thank you anonymous! I am actually in the process of writing a book of the Popanator life story. It should be available in the next couple of months.