You are all losers

[Scabman]

That is, until you write me a cutesy little poem!

The only rules are, it has to rhyme and it's for me damn you!
Don't be a sad and sorry loser, write a poem today!


I give myself the right to change the rules at any given time.

[Polar Bear]

His face is on a pinball machine
His hair: long and wavvy
His mission is to be forum queen.
His style: "In the Navy!" (by The Village People)

A jumbled mess of poop and pee
of die-hard idiocracy
of lunacy and humor is he
my friend, and yours: teh scabby.

[Pinkslit]

He came from the hills

clothes tattered and torn

his dong hanging out

his saggy balls shorn



To see this Norwegian

all hard on and lust

swaggering, staggering along

nut grooves in the dust



Eureka he cried

I've found the cause of my pain

the scabs on my ass

have infected my brain



Tis the agony of this

that's stopping my plan

of shagging a lady

said the sleazy Scabman



It's Norway I come from

I post and I flame

and since I met Prick

my ass isn't the same



I wasn't always riddled

with these scabs and these sores

instead of Prick's ass

I'd sooner shag whores



Gary gave me a dose

from his long putrid dick

curses on you GDP

you diseased fucking prick



I must fuck off now

he yelled with a bellow

my piss has turned green

and my cum has turned yellow.

[gigman]

There was a boy named Scabman
He always wanted to be a bad man
But he loved to suck cocks
Then spit the cum in he socks.
Oh what a sad man was Scabman.

[Josie]

*cute poem*

Ha! That was good.

There was a boy named Scabman
He always wanted to be a bad man
But he loved to suck cocks
Then spit the cum in he socks.
Oh what a sad man was Scabman.

Lame. Not that I can come up with any better... but you did post after pink.

[KommieKat]

Scabman the Norwegian
a leader and barbarian.

Killer of man
swinging his axe as best he can.

Lover of the ladies
thrusting his cock to cure their maladies.

He sails the seas,
reaching down his pants picking at fleas.

Ransacking, raping and pillaging
villages and cities,
whilst down mud roads he's skipping
scooping up rain drenched kitties.

A hero they say,
you dare not utter he is gay.
cause he'll lop off your head
and there, alas, you are dead.

[Scabman]

Fantastic!
Kudos has been rewarded to ye all.

The rest of you fuckers can suck dirty cocks until you give me some goddamn undeserving attention!
ME ME ME ME ME!

[Shade]

Roses are red
scabbys balls are blue
he likes peeing on you

or

In the evening mist
Of a party with no guest list
Spared brazen flames of life
He picks them off with a knife

He walks with a ladie upon each arm
They are both named kitty and are after his ball of yarn
as the mist rises amongst the sky
Doesth a sleeping scabby with two ladies lie

or

Screaming like a retard in the short bus with a lock
Come on man, do you call that a cock?
And dressing up and putting make up on this day
But everyone already thinks your gay
Man with the girls h gets no wonder
And its scabby's late night problem from last nights blundger
No one cares about him, what a joke

[Violet]

There's a man who lives across the sea
So very far away from me
A name of Scabman he calls his
Fun and silly is what he is

He hugs his penis and gave him a hat!
Who couldn't dig him just for that?
But even more his hair is pretty
(That it's not mine is such a pity)

He is by far my fave Norwegian
Friends? I'm sure he has a legion
Surely he'll always have one in me
'Cause I proudly call him "my friend, Scabby"

(Yes, this poem is a little gay
Yet I think Scabby'd have it no other way
It's rough, I wrote it right here on the spot)
*hugsies* mister. You're awesome... alot.

[Assinhat]

He's quick with a quip,
his style is genius,
he's got a little hair on his lip,
and he likes to hug his own penis.

[funeeman]

Little scabby Horner
Sat in a corner
Rubbing his cock in a twat
He stuck in his pinky
Got it all stinky
And said
My God you're begining to rot.