I miss Mr D.B

To those of you who've enjoyed my prose, I say thank you for your kind words. It was for that reason I was encourged to put humor, satire or even serious matter to rhyme. One person, however, Mr. Douche bag, saw it differently and used my postings to belittle, insult and offend which appears to be his forte. I took a few minutes today to compose a salutation to Mr. Douche bag which I'm sure he'll portray as a surrender. I am not the only one to be bashed by Mr. D.B. He calls anyone he takes issue with a douche bag so it reasons that I have dubbed him Mr. Douche bag. He can believe what he wants and celebrate if he wants to my final post. So, here's to you Mr. Douche bag:


While sitting at my desk, just the other day
I was thinking about Mr. Douche Bag
And what next, he would say
He’s been pretty quiet, here of late
Maybe he’s got the clap, and can’t masterbate

Or maybe his mama took the bag away
And he can’t sniff or lick, or with it now play
So what’s he to do, with his idle time
Since he hasn’t of late, bashed my rhyme

Here’s an idea, Mr. Douche Bag my friend
Take this cylindrical object, by its smallest end
A dab of KY will be just fine
And stick the object where the sun don’t shine

I take no pleasure, in banter like this
But so many his insults, I’ve kept a list
To this ode, he’ll respond pretty fast
So to you Mr. Douche Bag,
Blow it out your ass!

It sounds and looks to most of us here that the best part of you secret poet, ran down the crack of your mama's a$$ and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. Dude, shut up already you tired old wind bag. Sitting at your desk writing bullshit when you need to go change your depends. You are fowling up the office ya know. And for your info I don't have the clap nor was I masturbating. In fact, I was hitting your ole' lady while you were writing this bull$hit.

DOUCHE BAG

This is good. Hold my beer while I make popcorn.

You girls mudwrassle?