It's Chiefs planet Poetry jam-Dammit
 

OK. Here is the premise of this thread.

I will begin with a 1-3 word phrase.
The poets(or pooets) of CP are challenged to compose a styling of their choice(Haiku, limerick, sonnet etc...) using either that phrase in their contribution or as the theme of it. Each series will last 1-2 days to allow contributors time to do their magic.

Once I choose a winner of the initial submissions, the winner will select the next 1-3 word phrase.


Go.


The first phrase subject is:
Hairy Nipple

Is this what you do in Iowa...?

mose this, jesus that, abraham hit me with a wiffleball bat. errerrerrrerrerrrerrrerrntt

Oh, hairy nipple
why must you be so?
I do not like my women hairy
on their chest nor down below.

I would love to taste
of your womanly teet,
but I fear that I may
get a pube in my teeth.

A bare-skinned nipple,
is a thing so grand.
But with you I feel as though
I'm licking a man.

Please shave your chest
so the show can go on.
If not I can do
my own thing in the John.

Roses are Red,
Violets are blue.
Knowmo has hairy nipples,
and he's a bet welching piece of shit.

Free Love and Anti-freeze.

Guyku, bitches.
http://hmhbooks.com/guyku/

The answer to your question
is that in Iowa, we're awesome
if you're screwing up my thread,
I'll twist your hairy nipple
and smack rape you until your bottom,
feels like a prolapsed liver, onion blossom

The NFL owners and competition committee are a bunch of gutless pussies who are killing their own cash cow.

The end.

Fear and Loathing.

There once was a girl from out west
Whose nipples were follically blessed.
She said, 'I know it looks funny,
but it saves me some money.
I grow free dental floss on my chest.'

Fax will be proud

Oh, well damn, if we're going to do limericks...

"There once was a fellow named Sutter,
Who had a most terrible Stutter.
He ordered some H-Ham,
and some Juh-juh-juh Jam,
And some buh buh buh...
buh buh buh butter!"

"There once was a Senator from Mass,
Who was trollin' around for some ass;
He lucked out and found it,
He f***ed up and drowned it,
And THAT was the end of HIS ass!"

"There once was a fellow named Manny,
Who stuck his long d*** up his fanny.
What's he shouting about?
He can't get it out!
He can't s**t, he can't piss...it's uncanny!"

Haiku;

Hair on your nipples?
It is better than zit tits,
or psoriasis.

Also Haiku;

To gain her favor -
I shaved my hairy nipples
Emasculated.

Hookers and blow, thread tie- in.

violets are violet, damnit!

:cuss:

There once was a hairy nipple named Claytex
His panties were made out of latex
He took trucker schlong in his ass
Just for some cash
and then needed some Kotex

Big hairy nipple
From the audiophile
Guarantees the win
Posted via Mobile Device

Hairy Nipple is prosecution evidence
An out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting tree-top high
It is a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unaccredited
The break beats you get broken with
On time and inappropriate
Hairy Nipple went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black Glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops
It's all-city like Phase 2
Hairy Nipple will simply amaze you
Praise you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But Iowanian, it can't save you

The CP fractal:
Hairy nipples and poop threads
Ad infinitum
Posted via Mobile Device

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever hairy on my nipple

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just hairy on my nipple

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing hairy on my nipple

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a-rufflin'cold cowl
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin' ever hairy on my nipple

Roses are red
Your mother's a whore
Sec

Butterscotch liqueur
Baileys and one fifty one
A Hairy Nipple



thank you.

First one then two
at three the volume triples
Chiefsplanet member
odes to hairy nipples.


Very impressed with the first run.



Topic #2
Juicy fupa

Aft' Scott's disgrace John's where our fortune lies,
I weep for our QB's and their want state,
And trouble Dorsey's haven with my cries,
And look upon our course and curse our franchise fate,
Myself so angry- and yet so full of hope,
Alex so like him, like those we have deposed,
Desiring Montana's art, and that man's scope,
Of all our trades I fear this is the least.
And in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Dreams of Geno, Milliner, and others to replace,
SNaRc's dread mood and sour wit while we are drafting
Or fallen value, evaluations, and opportunities too late;
Our sweet Lamar remembered wins and rings
While Clark I fear, fears change, and being king.

Bastardized from William Shakespeare...

Upon the ground
I fell so fast
It came from heaven and me ass