To JPaul; a poem

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving cunt
You thought I had deserted you
And started listening to James Blunt

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving twat
You thought I deserted the Hoops
A little bird told you that

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving flange
You thought I didn't like the green and white
And instead, adored the orange

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving minge
You pretend the be nice
But really you're a gringe

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving snatch
If you shaved of your beard
You would be quite the catch

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving muff
You're not so tough anymore
Once I called your bluff

Oh JPaul, you Celtic loving vagina
You're such a big pussy
I hope you get angina

:glag::earl:

My fave bit is rhyming angina with vagina.

Genious.

What a beautiful poem...

I wish someone would write me one. :cry:

Yes, I'm rather proud of that myself.

I didn't realise how many synonyms I know for vagina

I must be becoming a true Scotswoman :D

you missed out cooter and crack.

Us Glaswegians don't use them words

:glag:

fudd, wizard's cuff, badly wrapped kebab, peabody.

Fudd, forgot that one

Maybe next time

In mansfield they call it mott