Poem to Tarabull

“'Twas the night before Tara's birthday
And all thru the bar.....

Not a creature was stirring
Not even a male model named Lars;

Pictures of Tara were hung, in the high school lockerroom with care

In hopes that a wet dream would soon be there.


The horneytoads were all nesteled, all snug in thier beds,

While visions of Tara's jugs danced in thier heads;

And Tara in her doorag, the aforementioned a bunch of saps,

Had just tested negative for a case of the clap;

When out on the dawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the thermarest to see what was the matter,

Away to the meadow I flew like a flash,

Hoping to cash in on Tara's beauty for a large amount of cash;

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen sweet doe

Gave the lustre love (Tara's much hotter than J-Lo)

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,


But a smokin' hot blonde with a keg of beer,

With a little old kegger, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment this blonde weren't no hick,

She discarded the losers, the morons, the lame,

And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Bush! Now Reagan! now, Bush Jr.! now, Nixon!

On, Vince Vaughn, in boxers, such a model cit-zen!

The aforemtioned presidents such dorks! the aforementioned actor I'd love to call!

Now everyone except Vince dash away! dash away! dash away all!

As dry heaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to Tara's blouse-top the horny-toads they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, they didn't have a damned clue.


And then, in a twinkling, the boys of TT became so aloof,

And all she could muster was "tjose boys, are such doofs".

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

A fantasy of Tara bathing under waterfalls came without a sound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys she had hidden in her rack,

And her teeth were all shiney, you could tell there was no plauque.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!

I knew by her proses she'd vote for John Kerry!

My droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

Because her beauty is admired by all, which is so apprapo(sp);

She had a beautiful face and a pierced naval in her belly,

Her favorite trail food was peanutbutter and jelly.

She was bubbly and smart, a right jolly young elf,

And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself;

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

Soon gave me to know I should have never started this thread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,

Knocking off 20 miles; then turned with a jerk,

And laying her finger aside of her nose,

She dislogded a snot-rocket and then struck a pose;

She sprang to her kayak, to her paddle gave a whistle,

And away the boat flew like a Patriot Missle.


But I heard her exclaim, as she paddled out of sight,

"Boys, quit oogling my rack, I'm a hot blonde who is bright!"”

“You are sooooooo talented!”

“BB, you have some talent. :)”

“My masterpiece!”

“I just cut off my right ear and mailed it to Tara.”

“Truly a Tarabull piece of work.”

“It's a wonder she likes you BB. ;)”

“It's a wonder she likes you BB. ;)”

“weird.”

“how much you've been drinking tonight?”

“obvouisly, just enough! What the heck is Rocky, Sass and Pheaddy doing up so late?”

“and ruby. :)”

“It's only 10:00 out here but I'm ready to for bed. Work sucks. I had to bale out on a trip this weekend. boohoo.”

“Just got off work, it's 7:30pm to me.”

“I'm talking to Afghanistan right now. It's 10:30 a.m. there”

“lmao. Now, that's funny. I'm glad I wasn't drinking anything when I read this. I swear it would come out of my nose... several times!

Thanks, BB!”

“Tara, there is much, much more. I plan on making Maya Angelou projectile vomit before this weekend is over.”

“I'm still laughing.... I'll have to show this thread to papabull. He'll get a kick out of it!”

“ in verse to Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Tara's 5-day old salami has mold,
On the trail you can't keep nothin' cold.
The sun shines through her golden locks like a flower,
Even after 5 days without a shower.
But that doesn't matter because mold took her beef,
So Tara sank to grief,
So as dinner is cooked today.
Tara can only dream about a fillet.”

“Don't call me Anderson, Pam
Tarabull I am

That Tara-I-am!
That Tara-I-am!
I do not like that Pam-a-Cam!

Do you like
cheap kegs and spam?
I do so like them, Tara-I-am.
I do so like
cheap kegs and spam.

Would you like them
Buddha Bear?

I would like them
here or there.
I would like them with some flair.

I do like
cheap kegs and spam.
I do like them, Tara-I-am.

Would you like what's in my blouse?
A white t-shirt, cold water doused?


I do like them
in a joust.
I do like them
with a inspiring a poem by Fraust.
I do like them
here or there.
I'm not wearing underwear.
I do like
cheap kegs and spam,
I do like them,
Tara-I-Am.

Would you eat them
in a box?
Yes-I-Would because Tara is a fox.

Yes, Tara's curly locks.
Yes, chicken pox.
Yes, in a blouse.
Yes, in a joust.
I would drink the keg with Tara mon frere'.
I would do it on a dare.
I would drink cheap kegs and eat spam.
Because of Tara, I am a fan.”

“LOL!!!!

Guess you must have a crush on Tarabull?!!”

“Guess you must have a crush on Tarabull?!!"

who doesnt? shes got everything i love and more”

“We're not worthy, we're not worthy.

Good one BB.

Happy B'day tara

My wife got 31 spanks on the 16th.”

“What a one for the books!

Very funny indeed!”

“Another BB classic for the books! Great one, dude!”

“There once was a mad man named Buddha
Did he play his cards right? Well, he coulda...
"Oh Tarabull," he droned
When he could have just phoned.
But he wins! "The poems," said Tarabull, "were good-ah!"”

“Excellent BB !!”

“ohhhhhh tarabull. you are one lucky chick!!”

“Nice!

Happy Birthday sweet girl!


I guess Buddha Bear might be sleepin' this off til at least noon.”

“Happy Birthday Tarabull!”

“I see BB was also very busy last night.”

“BB - I showed my mom when she was here earlier. She was lhao.

lizs - hehehehe

maple - you're upset because someone's taking cheap shots at Twinkle Toes and it's hurting her feelings. yet, you're now pointing the finger at someone who may well be innocent. think about that.”