Bank queue;
In front is matted hair
Long
Owned by a pretty face
BB-pinging, FB-picture-uplo ading Damsel
Her hair is menace to breathing
Fumes of stench
Waste away
Her boyfriend's not clever
To harness this raw source
Of insecticides My head turns
To escape the jurisdiction of stench
But behind is a worse mayhem He spoke, a fine chap
Eyes imprisoned behind eye-bottle
"Bros make I use your pen," he begged
Jeez!
The smelly hair's better! His is not mouth odour
It's oral fart!
Compost of a 7-day failed digestion
Fusing with oral manure
To form the world's latest climatic hazard
Oozing from every parting of lips Perching even on my skin Does he have a girlfriend?
Do they kiss?
Perhaps they seize their breath
When they perform their putrid mouthing
Transfer of rancid love!
Perhaps it helps decongest the worm population In their rotten bowels? I'm in the middle of a toxic world
Here you breath to live and die
Do I now need a nose mask
To withdraw lucre from my bank?

I have to say - I'm not usually a fan of poetry, but this right here is good!

Nice one girl. Keep it up. Hard to find people with a sense of humor these days.

adjain: I have to say - I'm not usually a fan of poetry, but this right here is good!

Nice one girl. Keep it up. Hard to find people with a sense of humor these days.

Thank ya

Girl, you no try
try na attempt
you did the main the main
i love this
beautiful
I no fit write but I wan try small, hopefully the master, you, has inspired me well enough
Pretty behind
Firmly held up with adipose
Aggressively crafted with beauty
She shifts and turns in front of me
Pfff!
I catch sound of it
A lethal gas emission
The one called sbd
It lays Silent But Deadly
Like a Mamba it unfolds
So beauty does kill
I gag, my eyes swell
The queue behind me
Now as empty as my wallet
"What is the matter?" she preteniously turns to ask
I open my mouth to speak
Foolish move
More of the fumes gain access to my lungs
I fall to the cold tiled floor
The frozen hands of death pulling me to the safety of the Underworld

Redmosquito: Girl, you no try
try na attempt
you did the main the main
i love this
beautiful
I no fit write but I wan try small, hopefully the master, you, has inspired me well enough
Pretty behind
Firmly held up with adipose
Aggressively crafted with beauty
She shifts and turns in front of me
Pfff!
I catch sound of it
A lethal gas emission
The one called sbd
It lays Silent But Deadly
Like a Mamba it unfolds
So beauty does kill
I gag, my eyes swell
The queue behind me
Now as empty as my wallet
"What is the matter?" she preteniously turns to ask
I open my mouth to speak
Foolish move
More of the fumes gain access to my lungs
I fall to the cold tiled floor
The frozen hands of death pulling me to the safety of the Underworld

lwkm oga oo u don finish work

Lashawnah: lwkm oga oo u don finish work

Which work?

Dis is ♍Ɣ best NL poem...keep it up

lyricalpontiff: Dis is ♍Ɣ best NL poem...keep it up

I was afraid this thread would die

hmmmmm

Lashawnah: Bank queue;
In front is matted hair
Long
Owned by a pretty face
BB-pinging, FB-picture-uplo ading Damsel
Her hair is menace to breathing
Fumes of stench
Waste away
Her boyfriend's not clever
To harness this raw source
Of insecticides
My head turns
To escape the jurisdiction of stench
But behind is a worse mayhem He spoke, a fine chap
Eyes imprisoned behind eye-bottle
"Bros make I use your pen," he begged
Jeez!
The smelly hair's better! His is not mouth odour
It's oral fart!
Compost of a 7-day failed digestion
Fusing with oral manure
To form the world's latest climatic hazard
Oozing from every parting of lips Perching even on my skin Does he have a girlfriend?
Do they kiss?
Perhaps they seize their breath
When they perform their putrid mouthing
Transfer of rancid love!
Perhaps it helps decongest the worm population In their rotten bowels? I'm in the middle of a toxic world
Here you breath to live and die
Do I now need a nose mask
To withdraw lucre from my bank?

@ Lashawnah

nice, me likey likey
just wondering if u can make the words come alive on stage.
would be so so crazy if u can. holla

Redmosquito: Girl, you no try
try na attempt
you did the main the main
i love this
beautiful
I no fit write but I wan try small, hopefully the master, you, has inspired me well enough
Pretty behind
Firmly held up with adipose
Aggressively crafted with beauty
She shifts and turns in front of me
Pfff!
I catch sound of it
A lethal gas emission
The one called sbd
It lays Silent But Deadly
Like a Mamba it unfolds
So beauty does kill
I gag, my eyes swell
The queue behind me
Now as empty as my wallet
"What is the matter?" she preteniously turns to ask
I open my mouth to speak
Foolish move
More of the fumes gain access to my lungs
I fall to the cold tiled floor
The frozen hands of death pulling me to the safety of the Underworld

@Redmosquito
lwkmd
nice and tight, me likey likey

Heh...

My sister,
Don't allow this
To die

Flow with it
Let the rhythm
Stay alive,,,

hahaha!! Nice poem.

No, it's not fun standing close to someone with halitosis!

Guyz dont tell me u re not feeling this girl's poem. No comment since!

Can someone tell me why i've not read this before? And to think it's been on this board for some time! Lazy me! I'm usually not at home with poetry but this...Thank You!

Thanks everyone lol, i laugh hard whenever i have to read this poem again lol

Guyz dey fall my hand!
Nobody wan check this thread out!

Redmosquito: Guyz dey fall my hand!
Nobody wan check this thread out!

lol

i cant stop laughing

Its really nice,wonder y piece like this dnt make front page.ooh its not tonto dikeh nd Annie idibia photos in Afghanistan.

Really amusing.

Lashawnah: Bank queue;
In front is matted hair
Long
Owned by a pretty face
BB-pinging, FB-picture-uplo ading Damsel
Her hair is menace to breathing
Fumes of stench
Waste away
Her boyfriend's not clever
To harness this raw source
Of insecticides My head turns
To escape the jurisdiction of stench
But behind is a worse mayhem He spoke, a fine chap
Eyes imprisoned behind eye-bottle
"Bros make I use your pen," he begged
Jeez!
The smelly hair's better! His is not mouth odour
It's oral fart!
Compost of a 7-day failed digestion
Fusing with oral manure
To form the world's latest climatic hazard
Oozing from every parting of lips Perching even on my skin Does he have a girlfriend?
Do they kiss?
Perhaps they seize their breath
When they perform their putrid mouthing
Transfer of rancid love!
Perhaps it helps decongest the worm population In their rotten bowels? I'm in the middle of a toxic world
Here you breath to live and die
Do I now need a nose mask
To withdraw lucre from my bank?

Hmmm...no, wow!
Didn't know we had ladies with beautifully humorous minds.
Well done dear.
[quote author=Redmosquito]Girl, you no try
try na attempt
you did the main the main
i love this
beautiful
I no fit write but I wan try small, hopefully the master, you, has inspired me well enough
Pretty behind
Firmly held up with adipose
Aggressively crafted with beauty
She shifts and turns in front of me
Pfff!
I catch sound of it
A lethal gas emission
The one called sbd
It lays Silent But Deadly
Like a Mamba it unfolds
So beauty does kill
I gag, my eyes swell
The queue behind me
Now as empty as my wallet
"What is the matter?" she preteniously turns to ask
I open my mouth to speak
Foolish move
More of the fumes gain access to my lungs
I fall to the cold tiled floor
The frozen hands of death pulling me to the safety of the Underworld

Awesome appendage to what Lashawnah began RedMossy.
Pls ppl, dnt let this waste.

Redmoss..... thanks for the link.

lashawnah, dis is fantastic.

Damn! Love this Lashawnah!

Hey Lash.. This is a Good one.

Jomo Gbomo loves it too. I think Abu kaka and ronaldo are enjoying it.

Since redmoss is leaving, guess you have to take over the entertainment of these serious Citizens.

Please give us more lines ...... More more more we ask.... Or ..... *ask redmoss*

This is really really cool me likey...

The use of words and illustration is off the hooks..

Thumbs up oo

cant help but laugh, nice poem,...... ''A living septic tank only fit for habitation by roaches''