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On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 10:07:54 AM UTC-5, Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
> Michael Pendragon <michaelmalef...@gmail.com> wrote in 
> news:9cf8f5d6-da0f-446b...@googlegroups.com:
> > On Saturday, November 6, 2021 at 12:15:33 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery 
> > wrote: 
> >> On Friday, November 5, 2021 at 5:14:19 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon 
> >> lied a 
> > nd misrepresented: 
> >> > On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 6:06:25 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery 
> >> > wrote: 
> >> > > On Thursday November 4, 2021 at 6:20:41 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> >> > 
> >> > > > > > Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog 
> >> > > > > > Expecting Inspiration, by George Sulzbach 
> >> > > > > > 
> >> > > > > > Watching cars and people 
> >> > > > > > something I do a lot. 
> >> > > > > > Sitting near the alley 
> >> > > > > > trying to bum a smoke. 
> >> > > > > > [...] 
> >> > > > > > 
> >> > > > > > https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2019/05/expecting-inspirat 
> >> > > > > > ion 
> > -george-sulzbach.html 
> >> > > > > 
> >> > > > > I thank thee G.D. 
> >> > > > > 
> >> > > > > Looks marvelous and fabulous also............. 
> >> > > > I'm glad. 
> >> > > 
> >> > > Check out my gallery showing... 
> >> > > 
> >> > > https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10160272173034363&set=p.1016 
> > 0272173034363 
> >> > > 
> >> > > ... 
> >> > Again, interesting. 
> >> > What's interesting about it 
> >> 
> >> The art itself. 
> > 
> > What's interesting about the art? 
> > 
> > It's strictly amateur stuff. 
> > 
> > 
> > THE SHADOWVILLE MYTHOS: Ode to My Slurp-puppet 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the nod on my rod, General Zod. 
> > Watch my rod nod at the sight of your bod. 
> > I'll shoot my wad if you'll call me your God. 
> > So thanks for the nod on my rod, General Zod. 
> > 
> > "You know I love all the sweet things you say, 
> > Look at my rod, it gets bigger every day! 
> > And my ass is as large as a Chevrolet! 
> > So thanks, General Wank, and keep slurping away. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the slurp on my sphinc, General Stink, 
> > Slurp while I burp, play the perp to my twink. 
> > Call me your blubber-butt, cuddly and pink. 
> > And thanks for the slurp on my sphinc, General Stink. 
> > 
> > "You know I’m grateful that you do me for free, 
> > You even stand watch when I take a wee-wee. 
> > Our lust is pure love, none can say it’s smutty. 
> > Heh thanks, General Scruff, you’re a fluff Ph.D. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the lube on my moob, General Pube. 
> > Open my shirt and we’ll star on YouTube. 
> > My gut expands like a truck inner tube. 
> > I’m thankful a rube loves my moob, General Pube. 
> > 
> > “You know I adore when you dip on my dork. 
> > You transform my fat bacon to hog-bottom pork. 
> > We could take our act to East Coast New York. 
> > Stand by, I thank, General Z, pop my cork. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the yank on my wank, General Stank 
> > I’ll be your Bubba and you’ll be my skank 
> > Pull down my tent pants and give me a spank 
> > And thanks for the yank on my wank, General Stank. 
> > 
> > “I love when you sodom my bod, General Zod 
> > We're snuggled together like peas in a pod 
> > Mind if I call you Todd, General Zod? 
> > I can do what I want to because I'm your god. 
> > 
> > “Merci for the head in the shed, General Zed. 
> > You couldn’t hurt Dave when you bashed in his head. 
> > I know and forgive since we all are inbred. 
> > Oui oui, for the head in the shed, General Zed. 
> > 
> > “We need to try keeping this on the down low. 
> > I’m hiding your boots underneath my faux ‘fro. 
> > You’ve influenced me more than PopEye and Ed Poe. 
> > Gracias, General Ho, do you think Coco knows? 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did 
> > I’ll flip my lid when you find where it’s hid 
> > Under my fat like a flat katydid 
> > So thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did. 
> > 
> > “Note that I whoosh when you smooch on my cooch. 
> > You always are nearby as my service pooch. 
> > Remember playing Navy in the waves of the Hooch? 
> > You’re a dandelion Summer’s Eve, General Douche. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick 
> > I’ll flick my Bic if you’ll fondle my dick 
> > Just watch out for dick cheese, we don’t want you sick 
> > And thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick. 
> > 
> > “We know that your paintings are all photo fakes 
> > But maybe they’ll buy us three Rochester steaks? 
> > We’re living the life of no give and all takes. 
> > Let’s post ‘til he wakes, take no breaks, General Shakes. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the toot on my flute, General Poot 
> > Your tongue is a gerbil that scoots up my chute 
> > I'll let out a "Hoot!" as we watch my splooge shoot 
> > So thanks for the toot on my flute, General Poot. 
> > 
> > "Adventure calls when you spelunk in my junk. 
> > The Navy taught you not to recoil from funk. 
> > To your nose, I’m perfumed, a Guano Cave Hunk. 
> > So drive in your pitons, I’m sunk, General Skunk. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the hump on my rump, General Shlump. 
> > Watch my rump jump with each thump-thump-thump-thump! 
> > You paint like a chimp but you know how to pump 
> > So thanks for the hump on my rump, General Shlump. 
> > 
> > "You tidy the thatch when you tooth-rake my snatch 
> > And don’t hesitate when the new weevils hatch. 
> > They latch on my bod and have learned to play catch. 
> > No spray is your match, don’t detach, General Scratch. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the smack on my crack, General Whack. 
> > I’ll spread my butt-cheeks and give you a snack. 
> > Friends come and go, but you’ve sure got my back. 
> > So thanks for the smack on my crack, General Whack. 
> > 
> > "You know I love when you chew on my waffle. 
> > You look at my balls like a pita falafel. 
> > We pledged our love, even though it’s unlawful. 
> > A jail term’s not awful, or offal, General Brothel. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for the hickey on my dickie, General Sticky 
> > I don’t mean to be picky, but you’re smelling kind of icky. 
> > Roll me over, Chickie Baby, and you’ll earn yourself a quickie, 
> > And thank you for the hickey on my dickie, General Sticky. 
> > 
> > "I love your work on my dork, Zod ol' chap. 
> > Your face in my waist, your head in my lap. 
> > I don't want to sound like a sap, 
> > But you're great when I don't want to fap. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the blow on my toe, General Schmo. 
> > So glad you know how to go nice and slow. 
> > Sandy is handy, but yo is my ho. 
> > So thanks for the blow on my toe, General Schmo. 
> > 
> > “It’s always a treat when you kiss both my feet. 
> > You say they smell sweet though you can’t help but bleat. 
> > Please say you won’t cheat, I’m your meat on the street. 
> > You’re a seat athlete, come and eat, General Teat. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the lay yesterday, General Gay. 
> > My legs will splay if you’ll come in and play. 
> > Clay’s gone away, so you’re welcome to stay. 
> > And thanks for the lay yesterday, General Gay. 
> > 
> > “Please know that I love when you slop on my mop. 
> > You can't bear to stop unless popped by a cop. 
> > We could live out our days at the Sweet Gum Head-shop. 
> > Bop, bop, bop, plop, plop, plop, wanna swap, General Flop? 
> > 
> > ”Thanks for ingesting my shit, General Zit. 
> > I’ll sit on your face, but I cain’t do no split. 
> > A twit and a git make a wonderful fit, 
> > So thanks for ingesting my shit, General Zit.” 
> > 
> > "I love when you cook up that rat-a-tat-tooey. 
> > The meal is so tender and not at all chewy. 
> > I lost all my teeth so I like my food poo-y. 
> > I’ll misuse a French word for you, General Ennui. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for ingesting my crap, General Sap. 
> > Snap my jockstrap and I’ll give you the clap. 
> > Squeeze my flap of fat and pretend it’s a pap, 
> > And thanks for ingesting my crap, General Sap. 
> > 
> > "Feel free to feed off my back and reply. 
> > Did you notice we posted 100 old lies? 
> > Will my body heat help your beard to drip dry? 
> > Shoe polish is great, you look young, General Fly. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the drool on my tool, General Fool. 
> > I’m just a mule, but you think I’m so cool. 
> > Too bad you smell like a rancid cesspool. 
> > But thanks for the drool on my tool, General Fool. 
> > 
> > "I love how you rub on my nub, General Bub. 
> > I’m big as a tub, but my nub’s just a stub. 
> > Lift up my chub and give it a good scrub, 
> > I’m your tub of blubber, you’re my General Bub. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the wank on my crank, Zod. 
> > Your stank on my flank makes me feel like a god. 
> > The rank stank on my flank 
> > Means I don't have to wank 
> > Thanks for visiting my bod. 
> > 
> > "Sit on my face any time and place 
> > Your old dharma bum has an odious taste 
> > I may have to replace you with Isaac L. Chase 
> > His jordy’s a shorty, but you’re a disgrace. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the nod on my rod, Zod! 
> > You're a god to my rod, Zod. 
> > I'm no clod, I know my bod, 
> > The nod to my rod is sod to my bod. 
> > 
> > "I love how you twiddle my twig, General Pig, 
> > Fadiddling my piddle may make it grow big. 
> > Just twirl it about like your own whirligig. 
> > When I splooge in your mouth you can take a big swig. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the nod on my rod, Zod ol' boy. 
> > Your nod on my rod brings me plenty of joy. 
> > For honesty's sake, let's not be coy. 
> > I really like you as a boy toy. 
> > 
> > "I love when you slime me with cum, General Scum, 
> > You gum on my balls till my pecker gets numb. 
> > You’re dumber than dumb, but you suck on my bum 
> > Then stick in your thumb as you search for a plum. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for tangling with my dangling, Zod. 
> > I love it when your toothless gums massage my bod. 
> > You never lag on the sag of my wag. 
> > Let's get together, you old fag. 
> > 
> > "I love when you positively scrutinize my scrotum. 
> > You say it smells fruity when you douse it with rum. 
> > Although my balls look like two wads of chewed gum, 
> > You skim off my pond scum, thank you, General Dumb. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the whack on my arm, General Dharma. 
> > The bone didn’t crack, so there’s really no harm; 
> > Though I’m sad to relate, Brother Dave bought the farm… 
> > But thanks for the whack on my arm, General Dharma 
> > 
> > "Your reading and comments really are great. 
> > You never say bad things about my gross weight. 
> > The germs on my body date, mate and mutate. 
> > I’m glad we’re not straight but inmates, General Sate. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the nail in my tail, General Fail. 
> > Your kiss tastes like poop and you smell a bit stale, 
> > Let’s bang Nephew Jordy and make that bitch wail! 
> > And keep nailing this whale in the tail, General Fail. 
> > 
> > "Keep your damn hands off my kid, General Zid. 
> > Diddle his dunghole, but don't pull his pid. 
> > You want Clay, you pay! -- and you've nothing to bid. 
> > So keep your damn hands off my kid, General Zid. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the meal on Jim’s dime, General Slime. 
> > A scam that rewarding was well worth our time. 
> > I pity the fools who insist it’s a crime. 
> > And thanks for the meal on Jim’s dime, General Slime. 
> > 
> > "Feel free to ogle Sarah’s bountiful tits. 
> > Those suckers are big as my hairy arm pits. 
> > You’ll see more if you buy a fishing permit, 
> > So buy and she’ll fill up your mitts, General Twit. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for buying my book, General Schnook 
> > You can squeeze Sarah’s boobs, but give my moobs a look. 
> > Folks tell me my poems are gobbledygook, 
> > But thank you for buying my book, General Schnook. 
> > 
> > "I love what you’ve smeared in my beard, General Weird, 
> > though you had to climb up on my gut (triple tiered). 
> > I cheered when you called me your tuna, flap-eared. 
> > (And I’m not pregnant yet, as we both had first feared.) 
> > 
> > "Thank you for slurping my load, General Toad. 
> > I’ve heard that it tastes like a backed up commode. 
> > I splooged up your beard as I crowed ‘Thar she blowed!’ 
> > So thank you for slurping my load, General Toad. 
> > 
> > "Oh, Zod! You sycophant! 
> > You're exactly what I want! 
> > Let's not talk 
> > About the lock you've got on my cock 
> > Just make sure you're carrying a sock. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for rereading my words, General Turd. 
> > You take coprophagia to heights quite absurd. 
> > When folks call them ‘garbage,’ you flip them the bird, 
> > So thanks for rereading my words, General Turd. 
> > 
> > "I love how you diddle my twat, General Snot. 
> > Your tongue in my dunghole always makes me hot. 
> > I know that you’d rather be raping a tot. 
> > Ass is legal – so take what you’ve got. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the tug on my jug, Zod 
> > Your holds on my folds are like God. 
> > I'm glad you've got no teeth to bite, 
> > Teeth marks there would be quite a sight. 
> > 
> > "Forget old Loretta, she’s just a skank ho. 
> > She’s banged every tramp in the camp and what’s mo, 
> > I banged her myself, though it cost me some dough. 
> > Though she’ll take skunk or crack, horse, hash, blue dolls or blow. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for inspiring this Ode, General Blowed. 
> > You’re not without charm, for a squat, smarmy toad. 
> > I’ll give you a kiss if you’ll swallow my load. 
> > And thanks for inspiring this Ode, General Blowed. 
> > 
> > "You slurp all my posts and you never complain. 
> > You’d tell me to FOAD if you had half a brain. 
> > I hope my old tarp keeps you safe from the rain. 
> > Now shut up and diddle my piddle again! 
> > 
> > "Thanks for being so keen on my bean, Zod. 
> > Your attention is always welcome on my rod. 
> > I'll write another poem and we'll trod to your pod, 
> > Where you can nod on my bod in the sod. 
> > 
> > "I’ll hold you and squeeze you like you was a bunny 
> > And if that doesn’t please you, I’ll give you some money; 
> > I’ve got fourteen cents, so our future looks sunny… 
> > Now whip out that tongue cause my bunghole is runny. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the roll in the hay, General Gay. 
> > You’re not much on foreplay, but better than Clay. 
> > If I close my eyes, you could be Lady K. 
> > So suck up and slobber away, General Gay. 
> > 
> > "You’re such a sphinc for my dink, General Stink. 
> > I’m glad that you finally got out of the clink. 
> > Clay may be my son, but you’re my favorite twink. 
> > You gurgle all night like the drain in my sink. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the dance on my pants, Zod. 
> > You really know how to work on my bod! 
> > Your pat on my back 
> > Is even greater on my sac 
> > Now let's see what you can do on my rod. 
> > 
> > "Try not to drool on my fat, General Gnat. 
> > I know what you’re thinking, but I’ll squash you flat. 
> > So put down that knife and go hunt down a rat. 
> > And keep your old drool off my fat, General Gnat. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for chugging my train, General Stain. 
> > You tug and you chug and you drive me insane. 
> > Call me ‘Out-damn-standing!’ then slurp me again! 
> > And thank you for chugging my train, General Stain. 
> > 
> > "Oh, Zod! You wonderful man! 
> > Kiss my ass? Sure you can! 
> > If you'll massage my groin, 
> > I'll give you a coin. 
> > You're my greatest fan! 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the shake of my jake, Zod. 
> > Your take on my jake is no fake. 
> > Let's make a break for the lake, 
> > Where you can make more shake on my jake. 
> > 
> > "Don’t shoot your scum on my bum, General Dumb. 
> > I need my protein and should swallow some. 
> > One-Drum Derundo’s ho gives a great hum- 
> > Job and won’t let you go till you cum. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the sore on my tool, General Whore. 
> > I’ve had scabs, clap and crabs, but not herpes before. 
> > You’d best not have AIDS or I’ll show you the door… 
> > But thanks for the sore on my tool, General Whore. 
> > 
> > "I love when you smooch on my cooch, General Pooch. 
> > My balls are so small they’re the size of a brooch. 
> > I’ll give you some smokes so you won’t have to mooch. 
> > You can wash down my splooge with a bootle of hooch. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the pat on the back, Jordy! 
> > Your flat pat on my back was close to my sac! 
> > How about you and I go walk down to Zod, 
> > Where you and he can admire my bod? 
> > 
> > "I love how you handle my D, General Z. 
> > Ol’ Sandy’s got nothing on you, I can see. 
> > Roll it and pat it and slurp down my pee, 
> > Here comes the payload, I’m going to squee! 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the flick of my prick, Zod. 
> > You're just right for my 'bod. 
> > Perhaps we could meet under your tent, 
> > After all--you don't pay rent. 
> > Then see how you nod on my rod. 
> > 
> > "I love how you bounce on my butt, General Mutt. 
> > I’m sixteen times fatter than Jabba the Hutt. 
> > You suck my left nut like a toothless old slut. 
> > Be careful you don’t get squashed under my gut. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for munching my poo, General Doo. 
> > No one chews doo-doo as gaily as you. 
> > You’re always ready to second my spew, 
> > You look like a chimp, and you smell like one too. 
> > 
> > "I love how you gum on my scabs, General Crabs. 
> > You never make fun of my beer barrel abs. 
> > You suck on my buttcheeks like two bacon slabs 
> > And wipe up my jism with delicate dabs. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the thrill, Will. 
> > Your posts give me a chill. 
> > Let's say hello and good day, 
> > In our own moronic way, 
> > Then celebrate by doing more still. 
> > 
> > "Let’s all say ‘Good day’ to our friend Isaac, too. 
> > He’s gayer than gay and he slurps up our spew. 
> > But much as I love him, you still are my boo. 
> > So bend over, General, and give me a screw. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the nip on my hip, Zod. 
> > Your grip on my hip gives me quite a zip. 
> > Let's run to the river, where we'll shiver, 
> > And go together for a dip. 
> > 
> > "The Chattahoochee’s full of shit, 
> > But it’s such fun to skinny dip 
> > With my lil’ buddy, General Zit 
> > That it’s always worth the trip. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the slap to my lap, Zod. 
> > You always know how to polish my rod. 
> > When I see you heading my way, 
> > I feel amazingly gay, 
> > Now let's go roll in the hay. 
> > 
> > "I love when you nuzzle my fuzz, General Guzzle. 
> > Ol' Did really does and he does love to snuzzle. 
> > Folks say when he's gets buzzed that old bitch needs a muzzle. 
> > But push come to shove, that old putz sure can guzzle. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for spanking my donkey, General Monkey. 
> > Now wipe of that chin cause it's gotten quite spunky. 
> > You let me ride 'cowgirl' though I'm a bit chunky. 
> > And thank you for spanking my donkey, General Monkey. 
> > 
> > "I love when you splooge on my cheek, General Pipsqueak, 
> > Then lick it all off before I can speak. 
> > Next you yank down my pants, give my wanker a tweak 
> > Then gum it till I'm limp and weak. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the walk to my cock, Zod. 
> > Your wiggles make me giggle. 
> > Let's do it again, 
> > Heck, it's not a sin. 
> > Why not stop for a wiggle on Wednesday? 
> > 
> > "I love how you lap up my splooge, General Stooge. 
> > You couldn’t be sweeter if you was my cooze. 
> > My willie is small, and my moobs are quite huge 
> > But you gulp down my jizz just like booze. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for slurping my slop, General Slob. 
> > You squee when I squirt a big glob in your gob. 
> > You smile with glee when your head starts to bob. 
> > Please don’t burp when you’re slurping my slop, General Slob. 
> > 
> > "I love how your butthole's so tight, General Shite. 
> > The band's are tight too, but yours fits me just right. 
> > Now Screechy can suck me long into the night, 
> > But you've got no teeth, so there's no chance you'll bite. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for straddling my pole, General Hole. 
> > You get me so hot that I lose all control. 
> > I feel something furry... are you felching a mole? 
> > But thank you for straddling my pole, General Hole. 
> > 
> > "Lordy, jordy! 
> > Your hellos and good-days 
> > Always attract my gaze. 
> > Let's you and I 
> > Off for some pizza pie, 
> > And giggle over our trollish ways. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for nibbling my nub, General Zub. 
> > You slurp up my gibbering and give me a rub. 
> > You swallow my splooge with a glub-glub-glub-glub. 
> > So I thank you for nibbling my nub, Gerneral Zub. 
> > 
> > "I love your nod on my rod, Zod! 
> > We're like two peas in a pod. 
> > Your touch of my wang 
> > Gives me a bang 
> > Now touch faster! Oh God! 
> > 
> > "Thank you for slobbering my head, General Slop. 
> > You slurp it and gulp it and don’t want to stop. 
> > But keep your zid hid or I’ll call for a cop. 
> > Still I thank you for slobbering my head, General Slop. 
> > 
> > "I love how you tongue my bunghole, General Mole. 
> > For a scrawny old redneck, you do it with soul. 
> > But it’s best when you twist your whole fist in my hole 
> > And when I’m dead and gone, you can still bone my skull. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the rub on my nub, Zod. 
> > Your cheers and my spittle 
> > Puts us in the middle 
> > Of something quite odd. 
> > Let's write, not fight, 
> > Then troll into the night 
> > If you want, you can call me a God. 
> > 
> > "I love how you wiggle my shrimp, General Chimp. 
> > You jiggle, I giggle, too bad my shrimp’s limp. 
> > If you’ll be my pig, I’ll be your Goodyear blimp. 
> > I’ll peel my banana for you, General Chimp. 
> > 
> > "Thank you for tickling me dick, General Prick. 
> > You’re better than ‘Retta at turning a trick. 
> > A quarter a quickie, or ten cents a lick. 
> > I got fitty cent, but don’t know ‘rithmetick. 
> > 
> > "Can this get any more silly? 
> > What's wrong with Will's little Willy? 
> > Just because Zod gives it a tug, 
> > While I personally prefer just a hug, 
> > Doesn't mean it has to be silly, really. 
> > 
> > "Half a line, half a line, 
> > half a line authored, 
> > All in the valley of Columbeth 
> > Wrote the sick drunkard. 
> > 
> > "Half a barf, half a barf 
> > Half a barf, whole barf. 
> > Into the mouth of the Donkey 
> > Barfed the sick drunkard. 
> > 
> > "One son to the right of him, 
> > One son to the left of him, 
> > Pissbum underneath him, 
> > Dundered and blundered 
> > Known by their snot and smell; 
> > Coldly they flowed and dwelled 
> > on the shores of the Chattahoochee, 
> > toads, donkey and drunkard be. 
> > 
> > "Theirs is not to work or try, 
> > Theirs is not to verbify, 
> > Theirs is but to whine and lie: 
> > Into the Alley of Columbeth 
> > Ho’d, the hick drunkard. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for the tug on my plug, General Slug. 
> > Please scratch my ass 'cause you gave me a bug. 
> > I'm gay as Clay and your my own butt-plug. 
> > So thanks for the tug on my plug, General Slug. 
> > 
> > "By the shores of Chattahoochee 
> > Where the pissbums pitch their teepee 
> > LoHo dances hoochie coochie 
> > While the stinkbums wank their peepee, 
> > There a hillbilly named Willie 
> > Gathered mice to make some chili 
> > And he sang his little ditties 
> > About Sarah and her titties 
> > But his verses weren’t witty 
> > No his verses weren’t witty 
> > And he smelled a little shitty 
> > From the poopoo and the peepee 
> > That were crusted on bum clothes 
> > Twixt his toes and in his hair; 
> > But his buddy, Stinky Georgie 
> > Who camped on the Chattahoochee 
> > Had filth clogging up his big nose 
> > So he never seemed to care – 
> > Thus, they made the perfect pair. 
> > 
> > "I’m sick of helping zip up Zod’s fly; 
> > despair rages, old ages, incensed: 
> > Brew, odes emerged from backwoods, yet I— 
> > I got my GED in blowing guys 
> > And I still don’t have a lick of sense. 
> > 
> > "I love your method for tendrizin' meat: 
> > your salty stream, a cup of DEET. 
> > You pound and pull and use your feet. 
> > No Mrs. Dash matches your heat, General Eat. 
> > 
> > "Thanks for stroking my ego, amigo. 
> > Now let's stroke something more. 
> > We'll go to your tent, 
> > Where all your dignity went, 
> > And stay up until four. 
> > 
> > "Wow, Zod! Your post is the most! 
> > These pats on my back 
> > Are like a wedding toast! 
> > You've really got class. 
> > Your words are endearing, 
> > Though I'm not quite hearing 
> > Since my head is lodged up my ass. 
> > 
> > "You, for me, are enough, General Muff-- 
> > Your hair, your beard and your way with handcuffs. 
> > I love your paintings of me in the buff; 
> > You’ll always be my blue-tarped wine cream puff. 
> > 
> > "I thank you and beg that you’ll soon marry me. 
> > We could live our bum lives in gummy sodomy. 
> > I’m through with all women, you’re just too yummy, 
> > So please reply, ”Yes,” bawdily, Zod-Ami." 
> > 
> > -- Will Dockery, "Ode to My Slurp-puppet"
> STANDING-FUCKING-OVATION! 
> 
> That rules. 

Thanks Cujo.

It's an on-going group-authored poem, so feel free to contribute some verses.