Post by Will DockeryWill-Dockery wrote on Tue, 9 November 2021 20:15
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Name Category Credit Tenure[hide]
DOCKERY, WILLIAM
WILLIAM DOCKERY
DEMON HOUSE THEATRE~ (publ/ed/wr/pen/ink/) c1990 > 90
GEON~ (publ/ed/wr/pen/ink/) c1990 > 90
WILLIAM DOCKERY
Name and vital stats
WILLIAM DOCKERY [small press]
Title published
DEMON HOUSE THEATRE c1990 > 90
GEON c1990 > 90
Of great interest......
Thanks for the nod, Zod.
You are quite welcome, Sir Doc....
THE SHADOWVILLE MYTHOS: Ode to My Slurp-puppet
"Thanks for the nod on my rod, General Zod.
Watch my rod nod at the sight of your bod.
I'll shoot my wad if you'll call me your God.
So thanks for the nod on my rod, General Zod.
"You know I love all the sweet things you say,
Look at my rod, it gets bigger every day!
And my ass is as large as a Chevrolet!
So thanks, General Wank, and keep slurping away.
"Thanks for the slurp on my sphinc, General Stink,
Slurp while I burp, play the perp to my twink.
Call me your blubber-butt, cuddly and pink.
And thanks for the slurp on my sphinc, General Stink.
"You know Iâm grateful that you do me for free,
You even stand watch when I take a wee-wee.
Our lust is pure love, none can say itâs smutty.
Heh thanks, General Scruff, youâre a fluff Ph.D.
"Thanks for the lube on my moob, General Pube.
Open my shirt and weâll star on YouTube.
My gut expands like a truck inner tube.
Iâm thankful a rube loves my moob, General Pube.
âYou know I adore when you dip on my dork.
You transform my fat bacon to hog-bottom pork.
We could take our act to East Coast New York.
Stand by, I thank, General Z, pop my cork.
"Thanks for the yank on my wank, General Stank
Iâll be your Bubba and youâll be my skank
Pull down my tent pants and give me a spank
And thanks for the yank on my wank, General Stank.
âI love when you sodom my bod, General Zod
We're snuggled together like peas in a pod
Mind if I call you Todd, General Zod?
I can do what I want to because I'm your god.
âMerci for the head in the shed, General Zed.
You couldnât hurt Dave when you bashed in his head.
I know and forgive since we all are inbred.
Oui oui, for the head in the shed, General Zed.
âWe need to try keeping this on the down low.
Iâm hiding your boots underneath my faux âfro.
Youâve influenced me more than PopEye and Ed Poe.
Gracias, General Ho, do you think Coco knows?
"Thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did
Iâll flip my lid when you find where itâs hid
Under my fat like a flat katydid
So thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did.
âNote that I whoosh when you smooch on my cooch.
You always are nearby as my service pooch.
Remember playing Navy in the waves of the Hooch?
Youâre a dandelion Summerâs Eve, General Douche.
"Thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick
Iâll flick my Bic if youâll fondle my dick
Just watch out for dick cheese, we donât want you sick
And thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick.
âWe know that your paintings are all photo fakes
But maybe theyâll buy us three Rochester steaks?
Weâre living the life of no give and all takes.
Letâs post âtil he wakes, take no breaks, General Shakes.
"Thanks for the toot on my flute, General Poot
Your tongue is a gerbil that scoots up my chute
I'll let out a "Hoot!" as we watch my splooge shoot
So thanks for the toot on my flute, General Poot.
"Adventure calls when you spelunk in my junk.
The Navy taught you not to recoil from funk.
To your nose, Iâm perfumed, a Guano Cave Hunk.
So drive in your pitons, Iâm sunk, General Skunk.
"Thanks for the hump on my rump, General Shlump.
Watch my rump jump with each thump-thump-thump-thump!
You paint like a chimp but you know how to pump
So thanks for the hump on my rump, General Shlump.
"You tidy the thatch when you tooth-rake my snatch
And donât hesitate when the new weevils hatch.
They latch on my bod and have learned to play catch.
No spray is your match, donât detach, General Scratch.
"Thanks for the smack on my crack, General Whack.
Iâll spread my butt-cheeks and give you a snack.
Friends come and go, but youâve sure got my back.
So thanks for the smack on my crack, General Whack.
"You know I love when you chew on my waffle.
You look at my balls like a pita falafel.
We pledged our love, even though itâs unlawful.
A jail termâs not awful, or offal, General Brothel.
"Thank you for the hickey on my dickie, General Sticky
I donât mean to be picky, but youâre smelling kind of icky.
Roll me over, Chickie Baby, and youâll earn yourself a quickie,
And thank you for the hickey on my dickie, General Sticky.
"I love your work on my dork, Zod ol' chap.
Your face in my waist, your head in my lap.
I don't want to sound like a sap,
But you're great when I don't want to fap.
"Thanks for the blow on my toe, General Schmo.
So glad you know how to go nice and slow.
Sandy is handy, but yo is my ho.
So thanks for the blow on my toe, General Schmo.
âItâs always a treat when you kiss both my feet.
You say they smell sweet though you canât help but bleat.
Please say you wonât cheat, Iâm your meat on the street.
Youâre a seat athlete, come and eat, General Teat.
"Thanks for the lay yesterday, General Gay.
My legs will splay if youâll come in and play.
Clayâs gone away, so youâre welcome to stay.
And thanks for the lay yesterday, General Gay.
âPlease know that I love when you slop on my mop.
You can't bear to stop unless popped by a cop.
We could live out our days at the Sweet Gum Head-shop.
Bop, bop, bop, plop, plop, plop, wanna swap, General Flop?
âThanks for ingesting my shit, General Zit.
Iâll sit on your face, but I cainât do no split.
A twit and a git make a wonderful fit,
So thanks for ingesting my shit, General Zit.â
"I love when you cook up that rat-a-tat-tooey.
The meal is so tender and not at all chewy.
I lost all my teeth so I like my food poo-y.
Iâll misuse a French word for you, General Ennui.
"Thanks for ingesting my crap, General Sap.
Snap my jockstrap and Iâll give you the clap.
Squeeze my flap of fat and pretend itâs a pap,
And thanks for ingesting my crap, General Sap.
"Feel free to feed off my back and reply.
Did you notice we posted 100 old lies?
Will my body heat help your beard to drip dry?
Shoe polish is great, you look young, General Fly.
"Thanks for the drool on my tool, General Fool.
Iâm just a mule, but you think Iâm so cool.
Too bad you smell like a rancid cesspool.
But thanks for the drool on my tool, General Fool.
"I love how you rub on my nub, General Bub.
Iâm big as a tub, but my nubâs just a stub.
Lift up my chub and give it a good scrub,
Iâm your tub of blubber, youâre my General Bub.
"Thanks for the wank on my crank, Zod.
Your stank on my flank makes me feel like a god.
The rank stank on my flank
Means I don't have to wank
Thanks for visiting my bod.
"Sit on my face any time and place
Your old dharma bum has an odious taste
I may have to replace you with Isaac L. Chase
His jordyâs a shorty, but youâre a disgrace.
"Thanks for the nod on my rod, Zod!
You're a god to my rod, Zod.
I'm no clod, I know my bod,
The nod to my rod is sod to my bod.
"I love how you twiddle my twig, General Pig,
Fadiddling my piddle may make it grow big.
Just twirl it about like your own whirligig.
When I splooge in your mouth you can take a big swig.
"Thanks for the nod on my rod, Zod ol' boy.
Your nod on my rod brings me plenty of joy.
For honesty's sake, let's not be coy.
I really like you as a boy toy.
"I love when you slime me with cum, General Scum,
You gum on my balls till my pecker gets numb.
Youâre dumber than dumb, but you suck on my bum
Then stick in your thumb as you search for a plum.
"Thanks for tangling with my dangling, Zod.
I love it when your toothless gums massage my bod.
You never lag on the sag of my wag.
Let's get together, you old fag.
"I love when you positively scrutinize my scrotum.
You say it smells fruity when you douse it with rum.
Although my balls look like two wads of chewed gum,
You skim off my pond scum, thank you, General Dumb.
"Thanks for the whack on my arm, General Dharma.
The bone didnât crack, so thereâs really no harm;
Though Iâm sad to relate, Brother Dave bought the farmâŚ
But thanks for the whack on my arm, General Dharma
"Your reading and comments really are great.
You never say bad things about my gross weight.
The germs on my body date, mate and mutate.
Iâm glad weâre not straight but inmates, General Sate.
"Thanks for the nail in my tail, General Fail.
Your kiss tastes like poop and you smell a bit stale,
Letâs bang Nephew Jordy and make that bitch wail!
And keep nailing this whale in the tail, General Fail.
"Keep your damn hands off my kid, General Zid.
Diddle his dunghole, but don't pull his pid.
You want Clay, you pay! -- and you've nothing to bid.
So keep your damn hands off my kid, General Zid.
"Thanks for the meal on Jimâs dime, General Slime.
A scam that rewarding was well worth our time.
I pity the fools who insist itâs a crime.
And thanks for the meal on Jimâs dime, General Slime.
"Feel free to ogle Sarahâs bountiful tits.
Those suckers are big as my hairy arm pits.
Youâll see more if you buy a fishing permit,
So buy and sheâll fill up your mitts, General Twit.
"Thank you for buying my book, General Schnook
You can squeeze Sarahâs boobs, but give my moobs a look.
Folks tell me my poems are gobbledygook,
But thank you for buying my book, General Schnook.
"I love what youâve smeared in my beard, General Weird,
though you had to climb up on my gut (triple tiered).
I cheered when you called me your tuna, flap-eared.
(And Iâm not pregnant yet, as we both had first feared.)
"Thank you for slurping my load, General Toad.
Iâve heard that it tastes like a backed up commode.
I splooged up your beard as I crowed âThar she blowed!â
So thank you for slurping my load, General Toad.
"Oh, Zod! You sycophant!
You're exactly what I want!
Let's not talk
About the lock you've got on my cock
Just make sure you're carrying a sock.
"Thanks for rereading my words, General Turd.
You take coprophagia to heights quite absurd.
When folks call them âgarbage,â you flip them the bird,
So thanks for rereading my words, General Turd.
"I love how you diddle my twat, General Snot.
Your tongue in my dunghole always makes me hot.
I know that youâd rather be raping a tot.
Ass is legal â so take what youâve got.
"Thanks for the tug on my jug, Zod
Your holds on my folds are like God.
I'm glad you've got no teeth to bite,
Teeth marks there would be quite a sight.
"Forget old Loretta, sheâs just a skank ho.
Sheâs banged every tramp in the camp and whatâs mo,
I banged her myself, though it cost me some dough.
Though sheâll take skunk or crack, horse, hash, blue dolls or blow.
"Thanks for inspiring this Ode, General Blowed.
Youâre not without charm, for a squat, smarmy toad.
Iâll give you a kiss if youâll swallow my load.
And thanks for inspiring this Ode, General Blowed.
"You slurp all my posts and you never complain.
Youâd tell me to FOAD if you had half a brain.
I hope my old tarp keeps you safe from the rain.
Now shut up and diddle my piddle again!
"Thanks for being so keen on my bean, Zod.
Your attention is always welcome on my rod.
I'll write another poem and we'll trod to your pod,
Where you can nod on my bod in the sod.
"Iâll hold you and squeeze you like you was a bunny
And if that doesnât please you, Iâll give you some money;
Iâve got fourteen cents, so our future looks sunnyâŚ
Now whip out that tongue cause my bunghole is runny.
"Thanks for the roll in the hay, General Gay.
Youâre not much on foreplay, but better than Clay.
If I close my eyes, you could be Lady K.
So suck up and slobber away, General Gay.
"Youâre such a sphinc for my dink, General Stink.
Iâm glad that you finally got out of the clink.
Clay may be my son, but youâre my favorite twink.
You gurgle all night like the drain in my sink.
"Thanks for the dance on my pants, Zod.
You really know how to work on my bod!
Your pat on my back
Is even greater on my sac
Now let's see what you can do on my rod.
"Try not to drool on my fat, General Gnat.
I know what youâre thinking, but Iâll squash you flat.
So put down that knife and go hunt down a rat.
And keep your old drool off my fat, General Gnat.
"Thank you for chugging my train, General Stain.
You tug and you chug and you drive me insane.
Call me âOut-damn-standing!â then slurp me again!
And thank you for chugging my train, General Stain.
"Oh, Zod! You wonderful man!
Kiss my ass? Sure you can!
If you'll massage my groin,
I'll give you a coin.
You're my greatest fan!
"Thanks for the shake of my jake, Zod.
Your take on my jake is no fake.
Let's make a break for the lake,
Where you can make more shake on my jake.
"Donât shoot your scum on my bum, General Dumb.
I need my protein and should swallow some.
One-Drum Derundoâs ho gives a great hum-
Job and wonât let you go till you cum.
"Thanks for the sore on my tool, General Whore.
Iâve had scabs, clap and crabs, but not herpes before.
Youâd best not have AIDS or Iâll show you the doorâŚ
But thanks for the sore on my tool, General Whore.
"I love when you smooch on my cooch, General Pooch.
My balls are so small theyâre the size of a brooch.
Iâll give you some smokes so you wonât have to mooch.
You can wash down my splooge with a bootle of hooch.
"Thanks for the pat on the back, Jordy!
Your flat pat on my back was close to my sac!
How about you and I go walk down to Zod,
Where you and he can admire my bod?
"I love how you handle my D, General Z.
Olâ Sandyâs got nothing on you, I can see.
Roll it and pat it and slurp down my pee,
Here comes the payload, Iâm going to squee!
"Thanks for the flick of my prick, Zod.
You're just right for my 'bod.
Perhaps we could meet under your tent,
After all--you don't pay rent.
Then see how you nod on my rod.
"I love how you bounce on my butt, General Mutt.
Iâm sixteen times fatter than Jabba the Hutt.
You suck my left nut like a toothless old slut.
Be careful you donât get squashed under my gut.
"Thank you for munching my poo, General Doo.
No one chews doo-doo as gaily as you.
Youâre always ready to second my spew,
You look like a chimp, and you smell like one too.
"I love how you gum on my scabs, General Crabs.
You never make fun of my beer barrel abs.
You suck on my buttcheeks like two bacon slabs
And wipe up my jism with delicate dabs.
"Thanks for the thrill, Will.
Your posts give me a chill.
Let's say hello and good day,
In our own moronic way,
Then celebrate by doing more still.
"Letâs all say âGood dayâ to our friend Isaac, too.
Heâs gayer than gay and he slurps up our spew.
But much as I love him, you still are my boo.
So bend over, General, and give me a screw.
"Thanks for the nip on my hip, Zod.
Your grip on my hip gives me quite a zip.
Let's run to the river, where we'll shiver,
And go together for a dip.
"The Chattahoocheeâs full of shit,
But itâs such fun to skinny dip
With my lilâ buddy, General Zit
That itâs always worth the trip.
"Thanks for the slap to my lap, Zod.
You always know how to polish my rod.
When I see you heading my way,
I feel amazingly gay,
Now let's go roll in the hay.
"I love when you nuzzle my fuzz, General Guzzle.
Ol' Did really does and he does love to snuzzle.
Folks say when he's gets buzzed that old bitch needs a muzzle.
But push come to shove, that old putz sure can guzzle.
"Thank you for spanking my donkey, General Monkey.
Now wipe of that chin cause it's gotten quite spunky.
You let me ride 'cowgirl' though I'm a bit chunky.
And thank you for spanking my donkey, General Monkey.
"I love when you splooge on my cheek, General Pipsqueak,
Then lick it all off before I can speak.
Next you yank down my pants, give my wanker a tweak
Then gum it till I'm limp and weak.
"Thanks for the walk to my cock, Zod.
Your wiggles make me giggle.
Let's do it again,
Heck, it's not a sin.
Why not stop for a wiggle on Wednesday?
"I love how you lap up my splooge, General Stooge.
You couldnât be sweeter if you was my cooze.
My willie is small, and my moobs are quite huge
But you gulp down my jizz just like booze.
"Thank you for slurping my slop, General Slob.
You squee when I squirt a big glob in your gob.
You smile with glee when your head starts to bob.
Please donât burp when youâre slurping my slop, General Slob.
"I love how your butthole's so tight, General Shite.
The band's are tight too, but yours fits me just right.
Now Screechy can suck me long into the night,
But you've got no teeth, so there's no chance you'll bite.
"Thank you for straddling my pole, General Hole.
You get me so hot that I lose all control.
I feel something furry... are you felching a mole?
But thank you for straddling my pole, General Hole.
"Lordy, jordy!
Your hellos and good-days
Always attract my gaze.
Let's you and I
Off for some pizza pie,
And giggle over our trollish ways.
"Thank you for nibbling my nub, General Zub.
You slurp up my gibbering and give me a rub.
You swallow my splooge with a glub-glub-glub-glub.
So I thank you for nibbling my nub, Gerneral Zub.
"I love your nod on my rod, Zod!
We're like two peas in a pod.
Your touch of my wang
Gives me a bang
Now touch faster! Oh God!
"Thank you for slobbering my head, General Slop.
You slurp it and gulp it and donât want to stop.
But keep your zid hid or Iâll call for a cop.
Still I thank you for slobbering my head, General Slop.
"I love how you tongue my bunghole, General Mole.
For a scrawny old redneck, you do it with soul.
But itâs best when you twist your whole fist in my hole
And when Iâm dead and gone, you can still bone my skull.
"Thanks for the rub on my nub, Zod.
Your cheers and my spittle
Puts us in the middle
Of something quite odd.
Let's write, not fight,
Then troll into the night
If you want, you can call me a God.
"I love how you wiggle my shrimp, General Chimp.
You jiggle, I giggle, too bad my shrimpâs limp.
If youâll be my pig, Iâll be your Goodyear blimp.
Iâll peel my banana for you, General Chimp.
"Thank you for tickling me dick, General Prick.
Youâre better than âRetta at turning a trick.
A quarter a quickie, or ten cents a lick.
I got fitty cent, but donât know ârithmetick.
"Can this get any more silly?
What's wrong with Will's little Willy?
Just because Zod gives it a tug,
While I personally prefer just a hug,
Doesn't mean it has to be silly, really.
"Half a line, half a line,
half a line authored,
All in the valley of Columbeth
Wrote the sick drunkard.
"Half a barf, half a barf
Half a barf, whole barf.
Into the mouth of the Donkey
Barfed the sick drunkard.
"One son to the right of him,
One son to the left of him,
Pissbum underneath him,
Dundered and blundered
Known by their snot and smell;
Coldly they flowed and dwelled
on the shores of the Chattahoochee,
toads, donkey and drunkard be.
"Theirs is not to work or try,
Theirs is not to verbify,
Theirs is but to whine and lie:
Into the Alley of Columbeth
Hoâd, the hick drunkard.
"Thanks for the tug on my plug, General Slug.
Please scratch my ass 'cause you gave me a bug.
I'm gay as Clay and your my own butt-plug.
So thanks for the tug on my plug, General Slug.
"By the shores of Chattahoochee
Where the pissbums pitch their teepee
LoHo dances hoochie coochie
While the stinkbums wank their peepee,
There a hillbilly named Willie
Gathered mice to make some chili
And he sang his little ditties
About Sarah and her titties
But his verses werenât witty
No his verses werenât witty
And he smelled a little shitty
From the poopoo and the peepee
That were crusted on bum clothes
Twixt his toes and in his hair;
But his buddy, Stinky Georgie
Who camped on the Chattahoochee
Had filth clogging up his big nose
So he never seemed to care â
Thus, they made the perfect pair.
"Iâm sick of helping zip up Zodâs fly;
despair rages, old ages, incensed:
Brew, odes emerged from backwoods, yet Iâ
I got my GED in blowing guys
And I still donât have a lick of sense.
"I love your method for tendrizin' meat:
your salty stream, a cup of DEET.
You pound and pull and use your feet.
No Mrs. Dash matches your heat, General Eat.
"Thanks for stroking my ego, amigo.
Now let's stroke something more.
We'll go to your tent,
Where all your dignity went,
And stay up until four.
"Wow, Zod! Your post is the most!
These pats on my back
Are like a wedding toast!
You've really got class.
Your words are endearing,
Though I'm not quite hearing
Since my head is lodged up my ass.
"You, for me, are enough, General Muff--
Your hair, your beard and your way with handcuffs.
I love your paintings of me in the buff;
Youâll always be my blue-tarped wine cream puff.
"I thank you and beg that youâll soon marry me.
We could live our bum lives in gummy sodomy.
Iâm through with all women, youâre just too yummy,
So please reply, âYes,â bawdily, Zod-Ami.
"Willy just had to stoke his kingly ego.
spur all the murderin' words and maniacin'.
From the mud he must arise again, laid low!
It shoulda been obvious--
it was the wrong captive audience!
"And alas, George... OH NO!
Had to be a bad ass in a glass house!
That mini Willy ego
shoulda used safety glass-
now look at his sorry ass!
"Thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
Off to Waffle House, where this Donkey gets fed.
Last night on the crapper, I pooped out your head.
So thanks for the roll in my bed, General Zed.
"Oh boy! The joy!
Dearest Zod, your posts are just great!
They give me something for when I masturbate!
You may have heard my ego is bold,
But do not believe all the stories you are told.
For when you troll with me and say I am good,
It just means that no one else understood
That when you and I online together,
There's no criticism that we can't weather.
For when my boner reaches the max,
It pushes and tightens in my slacks.
But hark! Fear not! This is why YOU are here!
Let's get together, and have a beer!
No tent, no tarp, can cover our personal space.
I adore it when you cheer me to my face.
Now having read your post I've gotten wood,
Let's gather together, as good couples should.
You can massage my weenis any time,
What the hell--we're in Georgia, it's not a crime.
I've made other posts that you can read.
Hurry! Adore me! My wonderful homeless steed.
"Thanks for the endorse!
You can kiss my ass, of course!
Let's you and I away
For another day
Of trolling, spamming and discourse.
"Thank you, Mighty Benders,
I am now yers,
Trolled by masters,
No defenders,
Tit in blender,
Truth pretender,
Iâm a liar.
"Thanks for the shine, ol' pal of mine!
Your words kiss my ass, they're priceless like brass.
Now read more of me, and kiss faster!
You're the dog and I am the master.
I command you to sit, stay and play dead,
But only after my words have been read.
Post more! Post often! Post here and post there!
It doesn't matter when or where.
Just feed my ego and join me in my safe space---
Hurry now, respond and make haste!
For we two are a couple of guys,
Who ignore the truth and live in the lies.
It's no secret that you and I troll,
Staying up all night and writing what's droll.
But forget all the haters, poo-poo to the truth!
It's our little love nest, now let's scram and vamoose."
-- Will Dockery, "Ode to My Slurp-puppet"