Fucking beautiful
 

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

<small>? Lord Byron 1815</small>

Poems make me horny. Do some more. :Graucho

Dude! Did you finally get those links I sent ya?

Um, I think you have me confused with someone else? What links?

Sorry...
Thought you were talking about my new Tellie for a second there...
http://www.thatguyinthecorner.co.uk/tv3.jpg

So you're not the HomeGrown that has sent me all those ICQ messages about the UCJ-thing?

Oh yeah, yeah I got all the links. Thanks for that dude! :thumbsup

You--Gentlemen! by dint of long seclusion
From better company, have kept your own
At Keswick, and, through still continu'd fusion
Of one another's minds, at last have grown
To deem as a most logical conclusion,
That Poesy has wreaths for you alone:
There is a narrowness in such a notion,
Which makes me wish you'd change your lakes for Ocean.

L.B.

(hehehe)

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie
Jerked off in his girl friends eye
When her eye was dry and shut
Georgie Fucked that one-eyed slut

Slim!

My favorite poem, a very popular one between history students like me:

YOU

In all the world there's been one man alive and dead.
Statistics to the contrary, statistics don't add up at all.
Add the smell of rain and your dream the other night.
That man's Ulysses, Abel, Cain, the first to sort out
constellations, the first pyramid-builder, the writer of the
Book of Changes' hexagrams, the smith who cut the runes
on Hengist's sword, the bowman Einar Tamberskelver, Luis
de Léon, the bookseller who sired Samuel Johnson,
Voltaire's gardener, Darwin in the Beagle's prow,
some Jew in the gas chamber, with time, me and you.
One man died at Troy, Metaurus, Hastings, Austerlitz,
Trafalgar, Gettysburg.
One man died in hospitals, boats, hot solitude, alcoves of
habit and love.
One man looked at vasty sunrise.
One man sampled the coolness of water, the fruits of the flesh.
I speak of the one and only who's always alone.

J.L. Borges

Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to have a little fun.
Stupid Jill
forgot her pill
and now they have a son.

See, it even teaches safe sex.

Hahaha Terababes :winkwink:

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
Each with $1.25...
...Jill came down with $2.50!