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  • Mr.Taxi Trix
    Senior Member
    • Dec 2000
    • 1273

    Wedding Advice at Bizen.

    Listen chick here's a trick you can use.
    Snap right out of your smoothe sushi snooze.
    Stay awake and look up
    From your white saki cup
    There's a lot here at stake, don't you lose.

    For the time is at hand when you'll marry,
    and you'll find out its plentiful scary.
    As you race toward the day
    I would just like to say
    Play it tough girl, don't act like a fairy.

    As she slowly bowls into your town,
    tell your mother-in-law "Hey, pipe down!
    Keep it quiet and docile
    you cantankerous fossil
    hurry up now and hem up this gown!"

    Chin up girl, as you walk down the aisle.
    Meet their eyes with a shimmering smile,
    And remember this deal
    when you're planning a meal,
    Chinese take out is still on speed dial.

    I don't want you to swear to the dickens
    Or come off as some kind of a chicken.
    With a wink and a tease,
    keep him down on his knees,
    and say, "While you're down there, start lickin!"

    Karl Saliter, Mr. Taxi Trix.

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    • Mr.Taxi Trix
      Senior Member
      • Dec 2000
      • 1273

      What a day full of massive grey gloom,
      more rain mired on windows in my room,
      wondering what I will get
      as I surf to pnet
      in this mildewy mucked-up monsoon

      Danny Boy's got a decent joke up,
      laughter moving the tea in my cup
      makes me burn my old nose
      and I slowly suppose
      that I might from my mad mood wake up.

      And I ask you, is anyone there
      who has laughter tucked into their hair
      with a limerick or joke
      for a tiresome old bloke
      with just too damn much rain in the air?

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      • Butterfly Man
        Senior Member
        • Dec 2000
        • 1606

        Quit whining, you quasi-New Yorker
        As you sit in your damp roomy romper
        You picked your abode
        Too late to forebode
        Your helter, your skelter or shelter

        If you’d like pnet to uplift you
        Add more ha ha’s to midmorning blue brew
        Tell Trevor to sod off
        Then quickly go log off
        And watch as the shih-tzu it do flew

        Just be glad that what’s falling is still wet
        A sprinkle is surely no sweat fret
        ‘Cause here in LA
        We’re flambé buffet
        My neighborhood now a briquette

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        • Cybele
          Senior Member
          • Nov 2002
          • 126

          For the first time in three or four days
          Sun kisses my face with its rays
          poor Taxi Trix
          stuck in soggy wet stix
          I'll send some of this sun up your way.

          Butterflyman, you would do well
          to flee from your firey hell
          LA's good for hookin'
          and bookin' and cookin'
          If you can put up with the smell.

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          • Lynneski
            Senior Member
            • Dec 2000
            • 370

            Taxi, wanna hear something that's funny?
            I'll tell you of a call I got, honey.
            The job sounded sweet,
            And right up my street,
            But they expected good skill for no money!

            <gasp>

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            • Mr.Taxi Trix
              Senior Member
              • Dec 2000
              • 1273

              Wheeling tuk tuks and mopeds galore
              golden temples with fish in the floor
              laughing sun in the sky
              lost in languid Chiang Mai,
              quiet monks, tasty duck at the store.

              As I wander, with about one third clue
              with my sandals, and cotton shirt too
              I will while away weeks,
              stupid smile on my cheeks,
              if I'm lucky, I won't get bird flu.

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              • Butterfly Man
                Senior Member
                • Dec 2000
                • 1606

                Butterfly Holzman Fight of the Century

                Happy Bunny Buggery

                Young One, please excuse this pitiful scrap
                But my colostomy bag’s full of crap
                It’s been needled ejective
                So it’s spewing invective
                Bitch slapping his handicapped yap

                “A joke writing contest” … just imagine!!
                “If my group says so Monday, then I win.”
                What a bi-Polaroid
                He’s so lame, null and void
                He’d add up to nil with a twin

                He insults all my friends and then does so
                With peccadillo and bimbo bravado
                Why are we taking shit?
                From a dimwit nitwit
                Who was born unfertilized and in vitro

                So thank you, Jester and Stephon and Nicky
                For your votes though my keyboard gets sticky
                When I think you’ll be there
                When his ass hits the air
                And his lips give my dicky a hickey

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                Buy Bye Little Man



                I must just apologize
                As my last 10 or so posts crystallize
                I had no intention
                To get this much attention
                Eating half a Raspyni, cannibalize

                To Dan too, I’m so sorry as well
                To put you through this kind of hell
                Try rec. dot for mummies
                Or Yahoo for dummies
                There a web site somewhere to dwell

                To the rest who witnessed this roasting
                Please don’t perceive me as boasting
                But Lurk was in Spain
                So I administered pain
                That Martin could dispatch in one posting






                Game-Set-Match … Taxiiiiiiiiii



                Near a showboat of jugglers of note
                Fell an out-voted bloated zygote
                His alimentary canal
                Had a seizure, grand mal
                Now his shit’s not quite making footnotes

                Not much left in that noodle but strudel
                As he offers his leg to a poodle
                His closing new trick
                To suck everyone's dick
                While drooling oodles of kits and caboodles

                I care not that his wit’s not so stellar
                As a comic, a second rate teller
                Jap wives folding clothes
                Weave my loathes into coves
                Beneath cellars of pride, Cinderella

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                2nd limerick in Holzman joke challenge


                I’ve no clue what’s the matter with you
                Why you yahoo instead of yoo-hoo
                A corny old clown
                With your flower of frown
                Squirting cock-a-doodle-doo-doo

                Your ill-equipped wit, infantile
                And your jokes at their best, juvenile
                Delusions puerile
                Transfusions penile
                You’re one defunct non-erectile

                So I’m happy to splatter your matter
                Fry your ego in batter and scatter
                With a whack & a hack
                Like that guy in Iraq
                To hand you your head on this platter






                1st limerick in Holzman joke challenge


                Far be it for me to be vicious
                But this prick’s getting seditious
                Pardon my loss of control
                It was never my goal
                To berate him or be so malicious

                I told him to leave me alone
                Or he’d reap whatever he’d sown
                But just like a flea
                He pestered with glee
                On and on with his joke challenge drone

                So if that’s what it’s got to be
                To be free of his weary ennui
                Said the flower of corn
                To the clown doing porn
                That’s one teeny weenie Raspyni



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                Last edited by Butterfly Man; May-19-2004, 05:17 PM.

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                • Mr.Taxi Trix
                  Senior Member
                  • Dec 2000
                  • 1273

                  There once was a dunce from LA
                  who was balding and old, a bit gay
                  he would jester and prance
                  making tights pass for pants,
                  then he'd flap tatoo wings, and away.

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                  • Butterfly Man
                    Senior Member
                    • Dec 2000
                    • 1606

                    You Rock!

                    Wow, what a great limerick
                    So clever, comedic, prolific
                    Slag the old fag
                    He’s a clown punching bag
                    An ink-winged peripatetic

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                    • Spike McGuire
                      Member
                      • Sep 2002
                      • 91

                      Robert the philosophical chameleon
                      Studies theories from Plato to Hegelian
                      But the one he loves most
                      As said in his post
                      Is the school known as Aristotelian

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                      • Airborne Dan
                        Senior Member
                        • Dec 2000
                        • 101

                        There's a fellow by the name Jester
                        who's mom is no empty nester
                        she makes up his bed
                        puts his hat on his head
                        but still won't let him molest her.

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                        • Mr.Taxi Trix
                          Senior Member
                          • Dec 2000
                          • 1273

                          The Pole Truth.

                          There was a young juggler named Joel,
                          although handsome, quite skillful, and droll,
                          his show sucked, he was fucked
                          always stuck for a buck
                          till he bucked up and lucked up a pole.

                          And he knew he had found his next phase,
                          while the punters surrounded his case,
                          each with cash for his hat
                          slapping stashes of that.
                          What a big wide moon grin on Joel's face.


                          Then the view just beflooded our hound,
                          from the heights of his pole looking down,
                          it was fit, wouldn't quit,
                          he saw bits of sweet tits,
                          he found mounds you can't see from the ground.

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