The Progressive Poetry Thread!

Hell bent for leather on a moonlit night<br>and with his belly full of fire, growled, "this'll be right."

Hell bent for leather on a moonlit night<br>and with his belly full of fire, growled, "this'll be right."<br>Toting Firearms and brass knuckles, looking for a fight<br>

Hell bent for leather on a moonlit night<br>and with his belly full of fire, growled, "this'll be right."<br>Toting Firearms and brass knuckles, looking for a fight<br>as he left, he clapped twice: dousing the fires and dimming the light.

Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.<br>Ridin' in a rowboat with Sean Penn and both Sheens<br>Jesus, wearing Dickies, muttered, "who was eating beans?"

isch-ka-bibblly,

isch-ka-bibblly,<br>a fine date, though she talked too much and got a bit dribbly,

Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.<br>Ridin' in a rowboat with Sean Penn and both Sheens<br>Jesus, wearing Dickies, muttered, "who was eating beans?"<br>Charlie said 'Quiet J, I'm scoping out hot teens.'

isch-ka-bibblly,<br>a fine date, though she talked too much and got a bit dribbly,<br>toothless and from the heart of Tennessee, she was a hillbibbly

<p>Rapunzel and Rumplestiltskin were seen belly-bumping</p>

Rapunzel and Rumplestiltskin were seen belly-bumping<br>pulling on her hair was really something<br>