On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 10:29:23 PM UTC-4, Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
> On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 9:44:57 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 12:10:10 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon whined and lied:
> > > On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 8:30:26 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> On Thursday, November 4, 2021 at 10:19:26 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >
> > >> > > >> Zorro was actually a very successful collaboration:
> > >>
> > >> https://groups.google.com/g/alt.arts.poetry.comments/c/cWI2eEHW5Ys/m/HtZ8mW-uEQAJ
> > >>
> > >> > It was
> > >>
> > >> It was an interesting collaboration, from my perspective.
> > >>
> > >> Call it what you want, it won't change that fact.
> > >>
> > >> It was a joke
> >
> > >> Yes there were elements of comedy.
> >
> > >> THE SHADOWVILLE MYTHOS
> >
> > > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/
> > > A drunken idiot wearing a Zorro mask
> >
> > https://youtu.be/G64jUD1tRRA
> >
> > It was part of the persona.
> Since when was Zorro a drunken idiot?
>
> You seem confused, Donkey.
> 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."
> -- Will Dockery, "Ode to My Slurp-puppet"

Jordy C wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> > >> > > >> Zorro was actually a very successful collaboration:
>> > >>
>> > >> https://groups.google.com/g/alt.arts.poetry.comments/c/cWI2eEHW5Ys/m/HtZ8mW-uEQAJ

Indeed..!