The Day I Met A South'ner

Well I was bored one day

So I decided to rest

The mystery of the excitement

On a woman's chest



So I went online

And the sites I was among

Were not for virgin eyes

And certainly not the young



Well I started feelin' tingly

Like I thought I had to pee

I looked down and saw a South'ner

Looking up at me



So I shook his hand

And I asked, "Are you the guv'nor?"

He just puked all over me

That's the day I met a South'ner



Well, he's got one eye

And sometimes he likes to spy (on me!)

I hear all guys have got one, too

Now guys you have to listen

I hear the females South'ners missin

Females I feel bad for you



Cuz when I met my pal

Who by the way I named Al

Well, we shake hands a lot now

He pukes so much don't know how



So I shake his hand

And I ask, "D'ya know my mother?"

He just pukes all over me

That's how I met a South'ner



Now I shake hands everyday

He's got nothing to say

He always wants to play AND...



I found out later that it was not a he it was just my penis and that's how men and women have babies and I wasn't shaking his hand I was actually, as kids call it nowadays, "jacking off" and now everythings cool, because the pukings normal and I'm gonna be fine because I asked my mom and she answered with a quick...

"HEY!!!!!"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Any wierd part of this poem is not true.  I didn't name my partner in crime, I knew for a LONG time aobut a lot of this info, and I DIDN'T ask my mom about ANYTHING like this.

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