Poems

Little Hat

Turkeys fly East, turkeys fly West
I don't know which I like the best
to and fro, fro and to
which do you think suits the pope?

Skull

My skull is best
it can withstand the test
my skull is quite wicked
as it is mine and not yours
but I'm sure you really don't care
because you wear bulletproof undies
on your head
and pretend to have deodorant under your arms
when you don't
you just sticky tape anchovies under there
to use as an aphrodisiac for pigs.

Bum

My arse shines with glee and is very prosperous toward
you and me.
It can be used to run electricity
and it can blow up the world
without a thought or three
it may run your car into a tree
and rip your fuckin' head off.

All Bad poems by Justin Potter