On Sunday, 5 December 2021 at 12:01:45 UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Sunday, December 5, 2021 at 11:05:38 AM UTC-5, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Thursday, December 19, 2019 at 3:35:55 PM UTC-5, General Zod wrote:
> > > Nice plan, my friend Jordy....
> >
> > thank you, hope that everyone has a very happy, healthy, joyful, rewarding, fun holiday season!
> Uncle Isaac!
>
> Nephew Jordy tells me that you've named your schmekel "Jordy" in his honor.
>
> BTW: He is *not* proud of that fact.
>
> 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.
>
> "Willy just had to stoke his kingly ego.
> spur all the murderin' words and maniacin'.
> From the mud he must arise again, laid low!
> It shoulda been obvious--
> it was the wrong captive audience!
>
> "And alas, George... OH NO!
> Had to be a bad ass in a glass house!
> That mini Willy ego
> shoulda used safety glass-
> now look at his sorry ass!
>
> "Thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
> Off to Waffle House, where this Donkey gets fed.
> Last night on the crapper, I pooped out your head.
> So thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
>
> "Oh boy! The joy!
> Dearest Zod, your posts are just great!
> They give me something for when I masturbate!
> You may have heard my ego is bold,
> But do not believe all the stories you are told.
> For when you troll with me and say I am good,
> It just means that no one else understood
> That when you and I online together,
> There's no criticism that we can't weather.
> For when my boner reaches the max,
> It pushes and tightens in my slacks.
> But hark! Fear not! This is why YOU are here!
> Let's get together, and have a beer!
> No tent, no tarp, can cover our personal space.
> I adore it when you cheer me to my face.
> Now having read your post I've gotten wood,
> Let's gather together, as good couples should.
> You can massage my weenis any time,
> What the hell--we're in Georgia, it's not a crime.
> I've made other posts that you can read.
> Hurry! Adore me! My wonderful homeless steed.
>
> "Thanks for the endorse!
> You can kiss my ass, of course!
> Let's you and I away
> For another day
> Of trolling, spamming and discourse.
>
> "Thank you, Mighty Benders,
> I am now yers,
> Trolled by masters,
> No defenders,
> Tit in blender,
> Truth pretender,
> I’m a liar.
>
> "Thanks for the shine, ol' pal of mine!
> Your words kiss my ass, they're priceless like brass.
> Now read more of me, and kiss faster!
> You're the dog and I am the master.
> I command you to sit, stay and play dead,
> But only after my words have been read.
> Post more! Post often! Post here and post there!
> It doesn't matter when or where.
> Just feed my ego and join me in my safe space---
> Hurry now, respond and make haste!
> For we two are a couple of guys,
> Who ignore the truth and live in the lies.
> It's no secret that you and I troll,
> Staying up all night and writing what's droll.
> But forget all the haters, poo-poo to the truth!
> It's our little love nest, now let's scram and vamoose.
>
> "Jordy keeps posting a million hellos.
> Is he really that friendly, or mentally slow?
> I wonder if he’s saying that he’d blow a hobo?
> Maybe he’ll go for a Deep South combo?
>
> "I made a Facebook screen shot.
> But real? You know it’s not.
> I lie and cheat a lot,
> and always will get caught,
> but that’s what I was taught."
>
> "Check out my words, they're simply quite rad!
> Your comments are some of the best that I've ever had!
> How about this--I'll write some more
> While you keep at it like a cheap whore.
> There's nothing to stop us, we'll keep on slurping!
> All of our trolling seems to be working!
> Less is more, more or less,
> It's all good--no need to stress.
> I'll write a line and you can applaud,
> Thanks again for the nod, Zod.
>
> "I’ll recommend you since you recommend me,
> Though I’ll hi that doof Isaac when good mornings be.
> Our three-love will stand up to harsh scrutiny,
> And that’s something on which we all can agree.
>
> "Thanks for reading my crap!
> I'd hate to seem like a sap!
> My words are all droll,
> Because I'm a troll,
> Now if you'll excuse me,
> I need a nap.
>
> "There was an old Dreckster who stank,
> and whose boyfriend was utterly rank.
> He sat by a river
> destroying his liver
> while giving the Plodster a wank.
>
> "Zod, I confused you with a beanie hat--
> you’re not Penny’s Hat but a scruffy rat,
> or a beat-up, mangy street tom cat,
> but you’ve made my head your habitat,
> and your body heat’s my thermostat.
>
> "That Jordy is my kinda boy
> Although he may be Isaac's toy
> Old Isaac will share him
> So he'll join my harem
> For Dave, Stink and me to enjoy.
>
> "Thanks for petting my ego,
> You're a great lackey wherever we go.
> I may be a troll--well, at least that's my goal,
> But you? Nah. Not you, amigo.
>
> "I appreciate your feedback, Jack!
> Ain't it awesome how well I can yack?
> My words, my poems, my lines are all the most!
> There is simply no need for me to boast.
> But, I'll do it anyway! Sure! Why not?
> Just look at all of the that praise I have got!
> From you! From jordy! From...um...all of my friends!
> I'll keep on posting; the praise never ends!
> My ego doth bow to you, my good man,
> Now praise me some more; you know that you can!
>
> "There was a jackass called Will,
> Whose words were worse still.
> His ego was big,
> While he acted like a pig,
> So of course everything he wrote was swill.
>
> "Thanks for the endorse, of course!
> Your words of encouragement are like peppermint!
> So sweet and so pretty,
> Not rough or gritty.
> Keep writing more for me!
> Give me praise for each line!
> I don't know what's better--your words or mine.
> Let's foray into the newsgroup, and troll it like mad!
> There are opportunities for thanks and good mornings to be had!
> Who cares what they say; they are nothing but trolls!"
> They're all but obsessed; you and I know our roles!
> I write something, then you say good job!
> I'll throw words but it's compliments that YOU lob!
> You and I are like birds of a feather;
> Here's an idea: Let's get drunk together.
> Just because my writings are crazy,
> Doesn't mean that we have to be lazy.
> Perhaps we can post and agree at sunrise;
> Pardon me, please, I must go write more lies.
>
> "Intermezzo:
> Isaac
> Iseck
> Isick
> Isock
> Isuck
>
> "Sleigh bells ring and I’ll have a listen
> Music is posted and I’ll have a listen
> Videos are mentioned and I’ll have a listen
> I post that I will, but I never listen.
>
> "I can’t understand what I hear or I read
> I doubt that some schoolin’ would help with this need.
> George Dance says I’m great, but he too’s a hayseed.
> I hoped jeers would stop when I got GED’d.
>
> "I think I’ll send gift cards if folks visit my blog.
> The only person there has been you, General Clog.
> Can I steal cards at Sarah’s bait shop in the bog?
> I could also send pictures of Ma with that dog.
>
> "Hey, my name is Will D.
> and I'll get the last word.
> Man, did you ever see
> an unflushable turd?
> When you do, think of me.
>
> "My names at the bottom
> of every post you read.
> It's like it's late Autumn,
> and I'm the dead leaves creed.
> Those dead leaves bought 'em:
>
> "but not me, not Will D.
> Watch, I'll get the last word.
> The unflushable turd.
> Watch, I'll get the last word.
>
> "I float on the stage like the Goodyear balloon.
> My stance is as if I will use the bathroom.
> The audience pelts me with rotten legumes,
> Still you worship me faithfully, General Poltroon.
>
> "Thanks for the rub of my stub, Zod!
> Your remarks are like larks!
> How about this?
> I'll write some crap
> While you sit on my lap,
> In one of the public parks.
>
> "I have posted this song a thousand times, gee,
> but I never will tire of my yeee, weee, loooooogie.
> If LeGents would hold the cross-dress shows for free,
> I’d rock Nelly’s blue gown that shows off my knees.
>
> "The red-butted stranger walked into my shed.
> He didn’t have clothes on but had great bedhead.
> I asked him to lie down and then I manspread.
> Zod, do you know a cop named Right-Said-Red-Butted Fred?
>
> "Thanks for the endorse!
> You're always welcome, of course!
> The way that you applaud
> Makes me feel like a god
> No one would question the source.
>
> "I’ve fastened neon lights to the sides of my butt
> so you can clearly see it when you are in rut.
> White lights lead to red lights—that’s your shortcut.
> No emergency exits for you, Captain General Smut.
>
> "General Zod, I fear my pants are too tight;
> when they split, my butt gets massive frostbite.
> Silent, deadly farts spontaneously ignite,
> and organic bat signals alert your campsite.
>
> "My name is Will and I’m a donkey
> My friend, George Sulzbach’s name is ‘Skunky’
> Although we both smell pretty funky
> Excuse me while George spanks my monkey.
>
> "My name is Will and I’m a donkey
> I’m told my breath smells rather spunky
> I scarf down waffles till I’m chunky
> And dance all day just like a monkey.
>
> "Zod, you'll want a drumstick from road turkey on Thursday.
> The other’s for Derundo to help him to play
> on his one drum he beats with a tuneless melee,
> but the Conleys don’t care since they’ve hit the highway.
>
> "Zod, the Thanksgiving menu is spit-on-a-rat--
> we’ll have hundreds to grill, with thanks to our cats.
> They have dark, diseased meat but minimum fat.
> For dessert we’ll have ant pie with toppings of gnats.
>
> "Thanks for the pat on my back, Jack!
> How about you make a whack on my sac?
> Let's post all night while the time is right,
> You're the ego that I lack.
>
> "Thanks for the yanks on my wank and for giving
> Head in the shed where I work for a living,
> Sponging off Brother Dave’s SSI checks,
> Singing karaoke to local rednecks.
>
> "Thanks for the words, Zod.
> Your words are great; you're no clod.
> Keep saying good job and great,
> For your words I can not wait,
> Don't forget to nod on my rod, Zod.
>
> "Thank you for plucking my Thanksgiving carcass,
> I love that you pull, push, and huff on my hip truss.
> My white meat, my dark meat, even the green pus,
> You’re sailing my gravy boat now, General Short Bus.
>
> "Zod, let me know where the close dumpsters are.
> I now have to walk, since I totaled Dave’s car.
> Is the rottenest food still behind LeGents Bar?
> Or in back of the Sizzler, do you give it 5 Stars?
>
> "You nailed turkey wings to your back and your limbs.
> You said that they helped you when out stealing rims
> or if caught, fly the coop without pseudonyms.
> General Zod, can I stuff you [crude synonym]?
>
> "Thanks for your read in the reeds, General Weed.
> Dirty Mike says that you and his dog often breed.
> The offspring are half mutt and half millipede.
> The runt looks like Clay, so should I help moobfeed?
>
> "Thanks for the tug on my pug, General Bug.
> I'll be your booty and you, my butt plug.
> We'll be as snug as two slugs in a jug,
> So thanks for the tug on my pug, General Bug.
>
> "General Zod--dumb, slow Jordy is ripe for the picking;
> invite him to come to your camp for a licking.
> He’ll think that means action without even tricking,
> or tell him the Commies are there politicking.
>
> "Thanks for the plug, my man!
> I'll write crap whenever I can!
> Don't worry about me, I don't get upset!
> I'll post and troll from sunrise to sunset!
> Now if you don't mind, I've got to compose more shit.
> No need to worry--I'll be back in a bit!
>
> "How do you feel about showering with Jordy?
> I know that he’s old for you, way over 40.
> Age is a number, and soap on the floor, gee,
> when he bends you can be his mentor, see?
>
> "Dickery, Dockery, mockery
> Oh so epic the ass hattery,
> so tumultuous his bobbery,
> one has to join the mockery.
> Come all, join the drollery
> of the foolery and gaudery.
> Dickery, Dockery, mockery.
>
> "Zod, I don’t think that we’ll both go to Heaven.
> You have only ‘till April, according to Pen.
> I am the chosen, and you are a has-been.
> God will agree you’re a 1 to my 10.
>
> "Did you hear about robots made from frog guts?
> I know you eat toads and savor their butts.
> You may be a droid but enjoy mud cold cuts.
> Your tadpoles draw flies as do you, General Putz.
>
> "Zod, can I sell your liver just after you croak?
> Pen says you have until April, no joke.
> I know it’s infused with an alcohol soak, and
> the carp in the river would eat it and choke.
>
> "Thanks for listening, friend!
> My crap will never end!
> I'll troll and I'll post
> Until I'm a ghost,
> Then time in Hell I will spend."
>
> -- Will Donkey, “The Shadowville Mythos: Ode to My Slurp-puppet”

Jordy C wrote:

> On Tuesday, February 7, 2023 at 10:22:16 PM UTC-5, Ash Wurthing wrote:
>
>> Heh, someone wants me to advise

<Troll rant snipped>

> would GREATLY prefer everyone getting along smoothly, in peace and harmony and contentment, as unlikely as that is...

Good morning Jordy, well put.

(Moved from the troll thread)

On Wednesday, February 8, 2023 at 5:55:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Jordy C wrote:
>
> > On Tuesday, February 7, 2023 at 10:22:16 PM UTC-5, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> >
> >> Heh, someone wants me to advise
>
> <Troll rant snipped>
>
> > would GREATLY prefer everyone getting along smoothly, in peace and harmony and contentment, as unlikely as that is...
>
> Good morning Jordy, well put.
>
> (Moved from the troll thread)
thanks Will

On Wednesday, February 8, 2023 at 5:43:53 AM UTC-5, ME wrote:
> On Sunday, 5 December 2021 at 12:01:45 UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Sunday, December 5, 2021 at 11:05:38 AM UTC-5, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > On Thursday, December 19, 2019 at 3:35:55 PM UTC-5, General Zod wrote:
> > > > Nice plan, my friend Jordy....
> > >
> > > thank you, hope that everyone has a very happy, healthy, joyful, rewarding, fun holiday season!
> > Uncle Isaac!
> >
> > Nephew Jordy tells me that you've named your schmekel "Jordy" in his honor.
> >
> > BTW: He is *not* proud of that fact.
> >
> > 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.
> >
> > "Willy just had to stoke his kingly ego.
> > spur all the murderin' words and maniacin'.
> > From the mud he must arise again, laid low!
> > It shoulda been obvious--
> > it was the wrong captive audience!
> >
> > "And alas, George... OH NO!
> > Had to be a bad ass in a glass house!
> > That mini Willy ego
> > shoulda used safety glass-
> > now look at his sorry ass!
> >
> > "Thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
> > Off to Waffle House, where this Donkey gets fed.
> > Last night on the crapper, I pooped out your head.
> > So thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
> >
> > "Oh boy! The joy!
> > Dearest Zod, your posts are just great!
> > They give me something for when I masturbate!
> > You may have heard my ego is bold,
> > But do not believe all the stories you are told.
> > For when you troll with me and say I am good,
> > It just means that no one else understood
> > That when you and I online together,
> > There's no criticism that we can't weather.
> > For when my boner reaches the max,
> > It pushes and tightens in my slacks.
> > But hark! Fear not! This is why YOU are here!
> > Let's get together, and have a beer!
> > No tent, no tarp, can cover our personal space.
> > I adore it when you cheer me to my face.
> > Now having read your post I've gotten wood,
> > Let's gather together, as good couples should.
> > You can massage my weenis any time,
> > What the hell--we're in Georgia, it's not a crime.
> > I've made other posts that you can read.
> > Hurry! Adore me! My wonderful homeless steed.
> >
> > "Thanks for the endorse!
> > You can kiss my ass, of course!
> > Let's you and I away
> > For another day
> > Of trolling, spamming and discourse.
> >
> > "Thank you, Mighty Benders,
> > I am now yers,
> > Trolled by masters,
> > No defenders,
> > Tit in blender,
> > Truth pretender,
> > I’m a liar.
> >
> > "Thanks for the shine, ol' pal of mine!
> > Your words kiss my ass, they're priceless like brass.
> > Now read more of me, and kiss faster!
> > You're the dog and I am the master.
> > I command you to sit, stay and play dead,
> > But only after my words have been read.
> > Post more! Post often! Post here and post there!
> > It doesn't matter when or where.
> > Just feed my ego and join me in my safe space---
> > Hurry now, respond and make haste!
> > For we two are a couple of guys,
> > Who ignore the truth and live in the lies.
> > It's no secret that you and I troll,
> > Staying up all night and writing what's droll.
> > But forget all the haters, poo-poo to the truth!
> > It's our little love nest, now let's scram and vamoose.
> >
> > "Jordy keeps posting a million hellos.
> > Is he really that friendly, or mentally slow?
> > I wonder if he’s saying that he’d blow a hobo?
> > Maybe he’ll go for a Deep South combo?
> >
> > "I made a Facebook screen shot.
> > But real? You know it’s not.
> > I lie and cheat a lot,
> > and always will get caught,
> > but that’s what I was taught."
> >
> > "Check out my words, they're simply quite rad!
> > Your comments are some of the best that I've ever had!
> > How about this--I'll write some more
> > While you keep at it like a cheap whore.
> > There's nothing to stop us, we'll keep on slurping!
> > All of our trolling seems to be working!
> > Less is more, more or less,
> > It's all good--no need to stress.
> > I'll write a line and you can applaud,
> > Thanks again for the nod, Zod.
> >
> > "I’ll recommend you since you recommend me,
> > Though I’ll hi that doof Isaac when good mornings be.
> > Our three-love will stand up to harsh scrutiny,
> > And that’s something on which we all can agree.
> >
> > "Thanks for reading my crap!
> > I'd hate to seem like a sap!
> > My words are all droll,
> > Because I'm a troll,
> > Now if you'll excuse me,
> > I need a nap.
> >
> > "There was an old Dreckster who stank,
> > and whose boyfriend was utterly rank.
> > He sat by a river
> > destroying his liver
> > while giving the Plodster a wank.
> >
> > "Zod, I confused you with a beanie hat--
> > you’re not Penny’s Hat but a scruffy rat,
> > or a beat-up, mangy street tom cat,
> > but you’ve made my head your habitat,
> > and your body heat’s my thermostat.
> >
> > "That Jordy is my kinda boy
> > Although he may be Isaac's toy
> > Old Isaac will share him
> > So he'll join my harem
> > For Dave, Stink and me to enjoy.
> >
> > "Thanks for petting my ego,
> > You're a great lackey wherever we go.
> > I may be a troll--well, at least that's my goal,
> > But you? Nah. Not you, amigo.
> >
> > "I appreciate your feedback, Jack!
> > Ain't it awesome how well I can yack?
> > My words, my poems, my lines are all the most!
> > There is simply no need for me to boast.
> > But, I'll do it anyway! Sure! Why not?
> > Just look at all of the that praise I have got!
> > From you! From jordy! From...um...all of my friends!
> > I'll keep on posting; the praise never ends!
> > My ego doth bow to you, my good man,
> > Now praise me some more; you know that you can!
> >
> > "There was a jackass called Will,
> > Whose words were worse still.
> > His ego was big,
> > While he acted like a pig,
> > So of course everything he wrote was swill.
> >
> > "Thanks for the endorse, of course!
> > Your words of encouragement are like peppermint!
> > So sweet and so pretty,
> > Not rough or gritty.
> > Keep writing more for me!
> > Give me praise for each line!
> > I don't know what's better--your words or mine.
> > Let's foray into the newsgroup, and troll it like mad!
> > There are opportunities for thanks and good mornings to be had!
> > Who cares what they say; they are nothing but trolls!"
> > They're all but obsessed; you and I know our roles!
> > I write something, then you say good job!
> > I'll throw words but it's compliments that YOU lob!
> > You and I are like birds of a feather;
> > Here's an idea: Let's get drunk together.
> > Just because my writings are crazy,
> > Doesn't mean that we have to be lazy.
> > Perhaps we can post and agree at sunrise;
> > Pardon me, please, I must go write more lies.
> >
> > "Intermezzo:
> > Isaac
> > Iseck
> > Isick
> > Isock
> > Isuck
> >
> > "Sleigh bells ring and I’ll have a listen
> > Music is posted and I’ll have a listen
> > Videos are mentioned and I’ll have a listen
> > I post that I will, but I never listen.
> >
> > "I can’t understand what I hear or I read
> > I doubt that some schoolin’ would help with this need.
> > George Dance says I’m great, but he too’s a hayseed.
> > I hoped jeers would stop when I got GED’d.
> >
> > "I think I’ll send gift cards if folks visit my blog.
> > The only person there has been you, General Clog.
> > Can I steal cards at Sarah’s bait shop in the bog?
> > I could also send pictures of Ma with that dog.
> >
> > "Hey, my name is Will D.
> > and I'll get the last word.
> > Man, did you ever see
> > an unflushable turd?
> > When you do, think of me.
> >
> > "My names at the bottom
> > of every post you read.
> > It's like it's late Autumn,
> > and I'm the dead leaves creed.
> > Those dead leaves bought 'em:
> >
> > "but not me, not Will D.
> > Watch, I'll get the last word.
> > The unflushable turd.
> > Watch, I'll get the last word.
> >
> > "I float on the stage like the Goodyear balloon.
> > My stance is as if I will use the bathroom.
> > The audience pelts me with rotten legumes,
> > Still you worship me faithfully, General Poltroon.
> >
> > "Thanks for the rub of my stub, Zod!
> > Your remarks are like larks!
> > How about this?
> > I'll write some crap
> > While you sit on my lap,
> > In one of the public parks.
> >
> > "I have posted this song a thousand times, gee,
> > but I never will tire of my yeee, weee, loooooogie.
> > If LeGents would hold the cross-dress shows for free,
> > I’d rock Nelly’s blue gown that shows off my knees.
> >
> > "The red-butted stranger walked into my shed.
> > He didn’t have clothes on but had great bedhead.
> > I asked him to lie down and then I manspread.
> > Zod, do you know a cop named Right-Said-Red-Butted Fred?
> >
> > "Thanks for the endorse!
> > You're always welcome, of course!
> > The way that you applaud
> > Makes me feel like a god
> > No one would question the source.
> >
> > "I’ve fastened neon lights to the sides of my butt
> > so you can clearly see it when you are in rut.
> > White lights lead to red lights—that’s your shortcut.
> > No emergency exits for you, Captain General Smut.
> >
> > "General Zod, I fear my pants are too tight;
> > when they split, my butt gets massive frostbite.
> > Silent, deadly farts spontaneously ignite,
> > and organic bat signals alert your campsite.
> >
> > "My name is Will and I’m a donkey
> > My friend, George Sulzbach’s name is ‘Skunky’
> > Although we both smell pretty funky
> > Excuse me while George spanks my monkey.
> >
> > "My name is Will and I’m a donkey
> > I’m told my breath smells rather spunky
> > I scarf down waffles till I’m chunky
> > And dance all day just like a monkey.
> >
> > "Zod, you'll want a drumstick from road turkey on Thursday.
> > The other’s for Derundo to help him to play
> > on his one drum he beats with a tuneless melee,
> > but the Conleys don’t care since they’ve hit the highway.
> >
> > "Zod, the Thanksgiving menu is spit-on-a-rat--
> > we’ll have hundreds to grill, with thanks to our cats.
> > They have dark, diseased meat but minimum fat.
> > For dessert we’ll have ant pie with toppings of gnats.
> >
> > "Thanks for the pat on my back, Jack!
> > How about you make a whack on my sac?
> > Let's post all night while the time is right,
> > You're the ego that I lack.
> >
> > "Thanks for the yanks on my wank and for giving
> > Head in the shed where I work for a living,
> > Sponging off Brother Dave’s SSI checks,
> > Singing karaoke to local rednecks.
> >
> > "Thanks for the words, Zod.
> > Your words are great; you're no clod.
> > Keep saying good job and great,
> > For your words I can not wait,
> > Don't forget to nod on my rod, Zod.
> >
> > "Thank you for plucking my Thanksgiving carcass,
> > I love that you pull, push, and huff on my hip truss.
> > My white meat, my dark meat, even the green pus,
> > You’re sailing my gravy boat now, General Short Bus.
> >
> > "Zod, let me know where the close dumpsters are.
> > I now have to walk, since I totaled Dave’s car.
> > Is the rottenest food still behind LeGents Bar?
> > Or in back of the Sizzler, do you give it 5 Stars?
> >
> > "You nailed turkey wings to your back and your limbs.
> > You said that they helped you when out stealing rims
> > or if caught, fly the coop without pseudonyms.
> > General Zod, can I stuff you [crude synonym]?
> >
> > "Thanks for your read in the reeds, General Weed.
> > Dirty Mike says that you and his dog often breed.
> > The offspring are half mutt and half millipede.
> > The runt looks like Clay, so should I help moobfeed?
> >
> > "Thanks for the tug on my pug, General Bug.
> > I'll be your booty and you, my butt plug.
> > We'll be as snug as two slugs in a jug,
> > So thanks for the tug on my pug, General Bug.
> >
> > "General Zod--dumb, slow Jordy is ripe for the picking;
> > invite him to come to your camp for a licking.
> > He’ll think that means action without even tricking,
> > or tell him the Commies are there politicking.
> >
> > "Thanks for the plug, my man!
> > I'll write crap whenever I can!
> > Don't worry about me, I don't get upset!
> > I'll post and troll from sunrise to sunset!
> > Now if you don't mind, I've got to compose more shit.
> > No need to worry--I'll be back in a bit!
> >
> > "How do you feel about showering with Jordy?
> > I know that he’s old for you, way over 40.
> > Age is a number, and soap on the floor, gee,
> > when he bends you can be his mentor, see?
> >
> > "Dickery, Dockery, mockery
> > Oh so epic the ass hattery,
> > so tumultuous his bobbery,
> > one has to join the mockery.
> > Come all, join the drollery
> > of the foolery and gaudery.
> > Dickery, Dockery, mockery.
> >
> > "Zod, I don’t think that we’ll both go to Heaven.
> > You have only ‘till April, according to Pen.
> > I am the chosen, and you are a has-been.
> > God will agree you’re a 1 to my 10.
> >
> > "Did you hear about robots made from frog guts?
> > I know you eat toads and savor their butts.
> > You may be a droid but enjoy mud cold cuts.
> > Your tadpoles draw flies as do you, General Putz.
> >
> > "Zod, can I sell your liver just after you croak?
> > Pen says you have until April, no joke.
> > I know it’s infused with an alcohol soak, and
> > the carp in the river would eat it and choke.
> >
> > "Thanks for listening, friend!
> > My crap will never end!
> > I'll troll and I'll post
> > Until I'm a ghost,
> > Then time in Hell I will spend."
> >
> > -- Will Donkey, “The Shadowville Mythos: Ode to My Slurp-puppet”

Jordy C wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Jordy C wrote:
>> > Ash Wurthing wrote:
>
>> >> Heh, someone wants me to advise
>>
>> <Troll rant snipped>
>>
>> > would GREATLY prefer everyone getting along smoothly, in peace and harmony and contentment, as unlikely as that is...
>>
>> Good morning Jordy, well put.
>>
>> (Moved from the troll thread)
> thanks Will

Hello again my friend.

🙂

NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮

Jordy C wrote:
>
> NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮

Good afternoon Jordy, you nailed it.

On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 3:10:12 PM UTC-5, W-Dockery wrote:
> Jordy C wrote:
> >
> > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> Good afternoon Jordy, you nailed it.

Happily Holidays Jordy!

***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***

THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
For riding is one of my joys.
I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
As we gallop with vigor,
And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.

Isaac liked his nephew Jordy’s rear view,
From whence Jordy did his #2.
Jordy did #1
And Isaac said, son,
That not what we Commies doo-doo.

Jordan Chasescott had a gluteus--
That Uncle Isaac said was beauteous.
Isaac said drop your pants,
Give your Uncle a chance,
To give you a rub that’s salubrious.

Uncle Isaac and Jordan would read nursery rhymes
About Commies and sex and YouTube crimes.
Jordy learned about jails
And Joey’s porn sales
While Isaac performed pantomimes.

Isaac Chase’s “love dared not speak its name”
So Jordan was written into Internet fame.
Isaac thanked Will and Zod
And committed job fraud
While Jordan Chasescott bore the shame.

Jordan Chasescott was naïve
Of what Isaac hid up his sleeve.
Isaac gave him a bath
While he did the math
That at least he wouldn’t conceive.

Little Jordan Chasescott lost his way.
Uncle Isaac yelled, “I’ll save the day!”
“Take off your pants
And I’ll do a belt Dance
On your butt ‘til you can say
Uncle!”

Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
Uncle Isaac would blow
And Jordan would know
That he didn’t need any beachwear.

Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
And hung out with folks who were soapless.
Isaac took Jordy’s hand
And said I’m your man,
But no one can make me grope you less.

Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
Jordy said it’s U-turn,
Isaac said how I burn
To lay rubber on I-95.

Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
Jordan had a strong yen
To trade Barbies for Ken
And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.

Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
Pics of Will Dockery
Made Stout Joe a mockery,
Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.

Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.

Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
Isaac’s sad pleas
To give Jordy a squeeze,
So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”

Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
You should have a guy
And then you’ll know why
I dress you in ruffles and pearls.

On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 8:19:27 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 3:10:12 PM UTC-5, W-Dockery wrote:
> > Jordy C wrote:
> > >
> > > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> > Good afternoon Jordy, you nailed it.
> Happily Holidays Jordy!
>
> ***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***
> THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT
> Uncle Isaac took his belt
> And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
> Jordy grew to like the whacks
> And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.
>
> Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
> 'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
> Isaac squeezed his love handles
> Then blew out his candles,
> Bent over and let out a "Toot!"
>
> Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
> Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
> Nephew Jordy was just a kid
> When he first straddled Isaac's pole.
>
> Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
> And cornholed him big-time at eight
> He left him creampied at eleven
> And went back home to masturbate.
>
> Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
> Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
> Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
> Yeah, his weekend was going alright.
>
> There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."
>
> Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
> Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
> He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
> But quick release cut all too short the date;
> Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
> And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
> Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
> Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
> When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
> Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
> Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
> For tis the ass enamors him the most:
> So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
> He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.
>
> Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
> He chased toddlers when he went school,
> He made brownies with them as a young man,
> Stirred their pudding until he would drool.
>
> Isaac chased little boys on the playground
> Although he was a middle aged man,
> Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
> Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
> The Jordy Factor
> a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene
>
> Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
> He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
> with my massive moobs that even young Clay
> has to admit that he’d like to sashay
> in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
> floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
> when he visited us to show us his fey
> manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
> I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
> him for free and he won’t have to pay
> for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.
>
> Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
> Who diddled his widdle nephew,
> Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
> But his pud was a dud
> And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.
>
> When Jordy was just a wee laddie
> He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
> Uncle paid him a call
> And buggered him raw
> And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."
>
> Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
> Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
> Got Jordy to bare it
> That he might then share it
> And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"
>
> Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
> His classmates found him a bit balmy;
> It was said that the lad
> Flicked his Bic for his dad:
> Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.
>
> Uncle Isaac desired little boys
> He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
> For a boy not yet ten
> (He preferred boys to men)
> And a man must have what he enjoys.
>
> Little Jordy was sugar and spice
> So his old uncle didn't think twice
> About dipping his pole
> In young Jordy's piehole,
> Boston cream never seemed worth the price.
>
> Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
> Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
> Isaac stuck in his thumb
> And made Jordy cum
> And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"
>
> Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
> Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
> Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
> He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.
>
> Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
> In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
> Isaac plugged up his hole
> And such joy filled his soul
> That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.
>
> Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
> Who's been found competently unfit,
> For it's said he enjoys
> Gallivanting with boys
> And dipping his dick in their shit.
>
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
> Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.
>
> Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
> Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
> Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
> Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.
>
> Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
> Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
> Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
> And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."
>
> When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
> His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
> With the youth in his sights
> Isaac gave up his nights
> To baby sit straddling his 'nads.
>
> Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
> Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
> Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
> But Isaac attached
> Himself with coagulants.
>
> Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
> Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
> So Judy was spared,
> And stood there and stared,
> While Jordy got it in the patootie.
>
> When Jordy went on Price is Right
> His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
> He said it was Uncle
> Ike and Garfuckles
> Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.
>
> Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
> He told his sister he’d feast her.
> They ate honey baked ham
> And rack of young lamb
> While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.
>
> Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
> From when he was just a young tot.
> Isaac gave him a ball
> and that wasn’t all,
> for his undies had X marks the spot.
>
> Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
> And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
> As Joey took vids
> And entertained bids,
> Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.
>
> Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
> For riding is one of my joys.
> I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
> As we gallop with vigor,
> And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.
> Isaac liked his nephew Jordy’s rear view,
> From whence Jordy did his #2.
> Jordy did #1
> And Isaac said, son,
> That not what we Commies doo-doo.
>
> Jordan Chasescott had a gluteus--
> That Uncle Isaac said was beauteous.
> Isaac said drop your pants,
> Give your Uncle a chance,
> To give you a rub that’s salubrious.
>
> Uncle Isaac and Jordan would read nursery rhymes
> About Commies and sex and YouTube crimes.
> Jordy learned about jails
> And Joey’s porn sales
> While Isaac performed pantomimes.
>
> Isaac Chase’s “love dared not speak its name”
> So Jordan was written into Internet fame.
> Isaac thanked Will and Zod
> And committed job fraud
> While Jordan Chasescott bore the shame.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was naïve
> Of what Isaac hid up his sleeve.
> Isaac gave him a bath
> While he did the math
> That at least he wouldn’t conceive.
>
> Little Jordan Chasescott lost his way.
> Uncle Isaac yelled, “I’ll save the day!”
> “Take off your pants
> And I’ll do a belt Dance
> On your butt ‘til you can say
> Uncle!”
> Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
> Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
> Uncle Isaac would blow
> And Jordan would know
> That he didn’t need any beachwear.
>
> Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
> And hung out with folks who were soapless.
> Isaac took Jordy’s hand
> And said I’m your man,
> But no one can make me grope you less.
>
> Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
> Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
> Jordy said it’s U-turn,
> Isaac said how I burn
> To lay rubber on I-95.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
> After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
> Jordan had a strong yen
> To trade Barbies for Ken
> And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.
>
> Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
> Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
> Pics of Will Dockery
> Made Stout Joe a mockery,
> Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.
>
> Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
> But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
> Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
> Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
> And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.
>
> Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
> But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
> Isaac’s sad pleas
> To give Jordy a squeeze,
> So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”
>
> Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
> But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
> You should have a guy
> And then you’ll know why
> I dress you in ruffles and pearls.
>
> Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
> Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
> Isaac Chase said come here
> And I’ll fondle your rear--
> You’ll remember the things you forgot.
>
> Isaac Chase dearly loved his nephew and tried
> To kiss Jordan Chasescott’s tiny backside.
> Jordan said, Uncle Ike,
> Could I have a new bike?
> So Isaac gave him a banana seat ride.
>
> Jordan scorned warnings and read
> Playboy Magazines stashed by his bed.
> Uncle Isaac then stressed
> Don’t look at a breast:
> I have Playgirl for you instead.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was teenaged,
> And therefore his Chase hormones raged.
> Uncle Isaac said, “Yes,
> You look great in that dress,”
> And thus Jordan’s doubts were assuaged.
>
> Uncle Isaac Chase worked a part-time job,
> And the rest of the day his body would throb
> For his Nephew Jordan,
> And in Nephews he scored in,
> The most views of Jordan’s hobnob.
>
> Uncle Isaac Chase was in great haste
> To see that Jordan was disgraced.
> Isaac said his hellos
> To Zod-Dockery beaus
> And Jordan Chasescott was debased.
>
> Uncle Isaac L. Chase had a goal:
> To occupy Jordan’s butt hole.
> Isaac Chase said, “Bend over
> There’s a rare 4-leaf clover,”
> And Nature walks soon took their toll.
>
> Isaac Chase liked playing physician
> With Jordan Chasescott’s health condition.
> Isaac said, “Don this gown,
> On the table face down,
> And Jordan lost all inhibitions.
>
> Isaac told Jordan he’d teach him to shoot
> And to fish and to dive so he wore his swim suit.
> Jordan brought his cap gun
> But he was outdone
> When Isaac shot up his patoot.
>
> Jordan complained his dear Uncle
> Would stick to him like a carbuncle.
> Jordan Chasescott would cry
> When Uncle Isaac would try
> To sneak into Jordan’s bed bunkle.
>
> Isaac Chase liked school and the Weekly Reader.
> Isaac ate up the tales of Johnny the Apple Seeder.
> Then Jordan Chasescott was born,
> And Isaac was torn
> Between fruit and bottom-feeder.
>
> The Chase family loved Isaac’s work.
> He could have stayed home, just a jerk.
> But he worked phones part time
> And earned him a dime,
> And Jordan Chasescott was a perk.
>
> Uncle Isaac knocked on Jordy’s door,
> Said they’d reenact Chase family noir.
> Uncle Isaac said come,
> But Jordan had none,
> For Jordan was a mere child of four.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was LinkedIn
> To the Isaac L. Chase den of sin.
> Isaac said we’ll resume
> Work in my bedroom
> And Jordan learned market penetration.
>
> Uncle Isaac took Jordy to see
> The statue of David in Italy
> Isaac said the male nude
> Put him in the mood
> And Jordy’s fig leaf was so wee.
>
> Isaac and Jordan wore pjs
> Which made it convenient for bjs.
> There were traps front and back
> Which dropped with a whack,
> So that Isaac could teach Jordan 3 ways.
>
> When Isaac was at Jordy’s home,
> His fingers and hands ached to roam.
> He said, “Jordy, the magic is
> In all my adjectives,
> And you’ll be my no comments poem.”
>
> Jordy was home on the range
> Where he and Uncle Isaac would play.
> They’d also play deer rut
> And Jordy’s little red butt
> Would be sore and dark cloudy all day.
>
> Jordan would sing “Happy Trails,”
> But Isaac would say “Happy Tails.”
> When Jordan got gas,
> Isaac pinched his sweet ass.
> We don’t need to give more details.
>
> Uncle Isaac enjoyed babysitting
> And his devotion was unremitting.
> He would treat Jordan’s butt
> Like a chocolate doughnut
> And polish it off lick and splitting.
>
> Jordan Chasescott liked to read
> Uncle Isaac’s Communist creed.
> Jordan said let’s be poor
> And Isaac said, more,
> We’ll share your butt according to need.
>
> Uncle Isaac bought a Chinese balloon
> And gave it to Jordan for his room.
> Jordan flew it over the U.S.
> And it was shot down as the newest
> Blow toy that made Isaac swoon.
>
> Isaac L. Chase researched YouTube
> But not for looking at big boobs.
> Isaac said, my dear Jordan,
> I’ve already stored in
> You a lifetime of oil change and lubes.
>
> Isaac L. Chase reached out far
> To make young Jordan a star.
> Ike encouraged porn poetry,
> Despite knowing that he
> Was publishing Jordan’s memoir.
>
> Jordan Chasescott liked his men
> Manly like Isaac back when
> Isaac Chase showed him photos
> Of where sun’s rays don’t go
> And Jordan was porn born again.
>
> Isaac extolled Jordan’s butt hole--
> To display at State Fairs was Unc Ike’s goal.
> Unc Ike shaped and grew
> Jordan’s butt hole into
> The shape of a large mixing bowl.
>
> Isaac Chase sent Jordan a Valentine
> That said “Sweet Nephew, Won’t You Be Mine?”
> Isaac bought candy and flowers
> And it was only two hours
> Before Isaac gave Jord’s butt a spit shine.
>
> Isaac took a pic of Jordan’s hiney.
> He thought it looked like a Modigliani.
> Isaac said, “I won’t sell
> This picture so swell,
> But it sure makes a great Valentiney.”
>
> Isaac Chase tried to rob the Chase bank.
> He said it was his and he ranked
> Far above peons,
> And had done so for eons,
> Plus he had to fund Jordan’s young flank.
>
> Nephew Jordan Chasescott wanted trucks
> For Christmas but Isaac said, “Shucks,
> I’ll give you an erector set
> When I get the projector set,
> And Joe Stout can make some big bucks.”
>
> Jordan Chasescott went to college--
> He wanted to know carnal knowledge
> From more than his Uncle Ike,
> Who rode him like a dirt bike,
> Uncle Isaac being the source of his downfallage.
>
> When Jordan went off to San Diego,
> Uncle Isaac cried out, “Oh, if so,
> You’ll never find the like
> Of your lech Uncle Ike,
> Who has cream cheesed your salty round bagel!”
>
> Uncle Isaac couldn’t write or even read.
> He was subsidized by his family as need-
> ed, because he was slow
> he played with Jordy (you know),
> and the next gen of perverts took seed.
>
> Uncle Isaac went shopping for toys
> That he thought would teach male skills and poise.
> My Own Dominatrix
> Taught Jordan enough tricks
> To pay off Uncle Isaac’s friend-boys.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was good pals
> With Joseph Stout’s young guys and gals.
> Jordan said, “I’d sure like
> To pose for you, not Unc Ike,
> But Isaac owns my genitals.”
>
> Isaac L. Chase said hello
> To all the old guys he might blow.
> He got some replies
> And in Jordan’s young eyes
> Uncle Isaac was mucho gusto.
>
> Isaac was called Magic Ike.
> Ike had all the moves Jordan liked.
> Ike took off his clothes
> And strutted and posed
> So Jord stuffed some bills up Ike’s pike.
>
> 49 year old Chase was a merry old gay,
> A merry old gay was he.
> He called for his job
> And he called for his nephew,
> And was hung up on both of these.
>
> Isaac Chase loved his years in Turkish prisons,
> Where his lips and his butt fairly glistened.
> He sent Jord to Turk Camp
> With a “best used by” date stamp,
> And Jord’s skin was daily conditioned.
>
> Uncle Isaac toured London, England,
> Where some of Jordan Chasescott’s pings land.
> Isaac said, “Same to you.”
> Jordy said, “I knew you blew,
> Since Unc Ike, you’re a Queen in a King’s land.
>
> When Isaac Chase
> Comes sneaking in,
> When Isaac Chase
> Comes sneaking in,
> He will soon disrupt Jordan’s slumber,
> When Isaac Chase’s urges win.
>
> Isaac played doctor with lambs,
> But they grew into truculent rams.
> Then Jordan was born
> And quickly was shorn
> For Uncle Isaac’s sheepish exam.
>
> Jordan was taught run, hide, fight
> When Isaac appeared in the night
> But Isaac was a poof
> Dressed up as a doof
> And installed in Jordan a taillight.
>
> This little Jordy’s on the market
> This little Jordy’s afraid at home
> This little Jordy was roast beef
> This little Jordy was buns
> This little Jordy cried OWW, OWW, OWW
> When Uncle Isaac came to his home.
>
> Jordan got hives
> With the sound of Isaac,
> The sound that he heard
> Many times before.
> Isaac fills Jordan with the name of Uncle
> And he’ll spring once more.
>
> Jordan, how does it feel
> To be at your home
> With an Uncle Gnome
> Who’s without a poem
> And his hands will roam
> And your name’s well known?
>
> Jordan was sixteen, going on 17,
> He was too old for Ike.
> When Jordan was 5,
> Ike said I know that I’ve
> Got 10 years to do what I like.
>
> When Isaac’s eyes were leering
> Jordan knew to run away.
> When Isaac’s eyes were peering
> He would lead young Jordan astray.
>
> When done with his calls
> And Isaac is high
> He sneaks into
> Jordan’s bedroom.
>
> Nights are long since you ran away
> I wasn’t wrong to teach you 4 play
> My Jordy
> My Jordy
> Your Uncle misses you.
>
> Gawk and send for pictures
> of Ike’s little nephew Jordy
> On the down-low
> Just as though
> Ike was on his knees
> A million pre-teen pictures
> Joseph Stout can deliver
> Once he comes back
> From being sent up river
> No stock pics of Jordy
> And these are all yours royalty free
>
> Isaac’s Love is for the very young
> Every bath’s a wishing well in Isaac’s view
> But Isaac’s Love can slide out of his fingers
> So if Jordan’s clean, Isaac still can play peek-a-boo.
>
> Isaac, Isaac, nephew eater,
> Saw Jordan, became a creeper
> He put Jord’s name in AAPC
> And made a joke of poor Jordy.
>
> Pat a butt, pat a butt, trust fund man
> Say same to you as fast as you can
> Roll it and smoke it and mark it with an I
> And give it to your nephew to keep him high.
> Little Boy Jordan
> You are so forlorn
> Your uncle’s in your bedroom
> And he’s into kid porn.
>
> Where the toys are
> Isaac waits for Jordan
> A leering face, creepy embrace
> Two arms to hold him Uncle-ly.
>
> Tiptoe in Jordan’s bedroom
> Or by the window, peek at Jordy
> Isaac slow-mo’s through the pictures of Jordy.
>
> Who can take a nephew
> And smother him with hugs
> Who takes on his nephew’s name then covers it with smut
> The Isaac Man, The Isaac Man can.
> Jordan was born the next of kin
> Now skin to skin
> To an adjective sin
>
> Something in the way you groomed Jord
> Impacts him as the police discover
> Something in Jordan’s bruises
> Isaac, you may not want to leave Jord now
> But you know you’ll be jailed anyhow.
>
> Isaac is the face in the security light
> His footsteps ping down the hall
> The love he dares comes out this night
> And Jordy’s barely learned to crawl.
>
> What a day Isaac’s had
> In the nude, he is bad
> Why, it’s almost like being in Jordan
> There’s an Uncle sucking face
> And his name is Isaac Chase
> Why, it’s almost like being in Jordan.
>
> Isaac Chase sought to be President
> But since he’s a permanent resident
> Of Jordan Chasescott’s behind
> And thus is maligned,
> He had Jordan swallow the evidence.

On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
>
> NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮

Good day JC.... well put.....!

On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 3:59:48 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> >
> > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> Good day JC.... well put.....!
hi there, GZ, thank you

On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
>
> NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮

Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.

🙂

On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 5:23:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> >
> > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.
>
> 🙂
Bonjour, Will, thank you

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 11:53:16 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 5:23:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> > >
> > > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> > Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.
> >
> > 🙂
> Bonjour, Will, thank you

Hello again, my friend.

:)

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:17:28 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 11:53:16 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> > On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 5:23:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> > > >
> > > > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> > > Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.
> > >
> > > 🙂
> > Bonjour, Will, thank you
> Hello again, my friend.
>
> :)
hola Will

On Monday, March 20, 2023 at 10:02:23 PM UTC-4, Jordy C wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:17:28 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 11:53:16 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> > > On Sunday, February 26, 2023 at 5:23:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Friday, February 24, 2023 at 10:14:13 AM UTC-5, Jordy C wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
> > > > Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.
> > > >
>
> > > Bonjour, Will, thank you
> > Hello again, my friend.
> >
> > :)
> hola Will

Good afternoon, Jordy.

🙂

Jordy C wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Jordy C wrote:
>
>> > NEVER cease to be appalled and disgusted and horrified and outraged by the truly despicable, malicious, malevolent, wicked, deplorable behavior of people on this NG! There are Toddlers who are more mature and more well behaved! It is shameful!!! 🤬😖😞🤮
>> Good morning, Jordy, again, you nailed it.
>>
>
> Bonjour, Will, thank you

Good morning my friend, this should apply for every day, not just holidays.

And so it goes.