While I could never walk in the footsteps of Follow Me, I would like to honor him with a twisted version of my own poetic justice.

For those of you old enough to remember Laugh Inn, I speak in the style of the late Mr. Henry Gibson         @--->---- MMMmmm..


Oh Followme. Followme..
Your limericks make me so silly a cop could easily collar me

Your wit hits me quick
Like the flick of my tongue on the back of a dick
And I’m not just trash talking to score me a trick

You make this old gal giggle with glee
Sometimes so hard I have to remind my old bladder not to pee

Please don’t ever stop posting
And consider helping with the Meet & Greet hosting
As your presence would certainly be a reason for toasting

Come out to play and consider a roll in the hay as the female congregation of Boston Nation will show you a wild time for a reasonable donation

Regardless of how many women you’ve had, you’re not one to brag
And it wouldn’t faze us if just for fun you show up in drag
But if you do, the ladies will be blue and a drunken guy full of goo may try to make you gag

You’d be the King or Queen of the ball
Although all the ladies trying to bed you down might cause a brawl

You’re certainly one of a kind
Much like my ample behind
But please don’t confuse your class with my sometimes being an ass

With all the ads and the slights, you're refreshing and such a delight
And your poems make people smile unlike mine met with contrite

Being a very fine chap your Whitelist Referrals assure us you don’t have the clap so the fine ladies of Boston wouldn’t mind their heads in your lap
So don’t take this poem as a personal attack as I am not spewing my usual crap
Accept it as a thank you for all the years you’ve made me laugh while others were begging me to shut my trap

So you better not stray, otherwise we’ll assume you’ve gone gay
Or have run far away with a goddess named Ms. Angie Renee

Happy 2010 from Boston’s sassy ole hen Carnal Courtesan Kate who has the online persona that some like and others berate
I hate to come hither and have to deliver news that we’re all going to hell because of body parts that swell and force us to hobby once we walk through that lobby
But why dwell and recriminate when we can all meet and fornicate