The end of the year

Tis the time of the year
Which all and one fear
It is the time to suck up
Or else you will fuck up

Ppl without them family jewels
Will surely turn your bowels
They shall sit and judge
The rankings they shall fudge

You slogged the whole year
Till your clothes began to tear
Your share they shall rip
Give it to their pip (squeak)

It is their onus
To give you bonus
Things may seem all hunky
In the end you are only a monkey

You need to preen and prance
For nothing but a fair chance
It is how you sweet talk
not how walk the walk

If the year has been rollicking
They shall be frolicking
They will line their pocket
and all you will get is next year's docket

The Vaccum Cleaner

Once there was a man named Troy
He mated with a vacuum cleaner
Soon there was born a bonny boy
Dad wished he had done it sooner

He needed to have a nice name
It was a question of who would do it
Dad said it should be his claim to fame
So he decided to name him suck it

The boy had a rather strange quality
But dad said it was a rather nice function
It was a rather strange duality
One was blower and other was suction

Soon the boy had a double life
He got a chance to suck and fuck
He had a huge fat dominant wife
All he could do was shut up and suck

Every month there was a peculiar time
Suckit went off for days numbered three
He would say it is my intimate alone time
Suckit said he would really like be free

Suck it liked a puny little boy
He liked to call the boy hey dear
Boy used to act kinda dainty & coy
Cos suck it had his blower up his rear

Slogging to Blogging

I haven't been writing in ages
Ppl thought my blog I had ditched
And gone with the Himalayan sages
I had just gone to get hitched

The pause was not grammatical
It was more like a sabbatical
Now that I more than steady
For poetic pow wow I am ready

The verse now will be more inane
It shall surely drive u crazy and insane
U will ask ur self Oh God why o why
Did I read the blog of  Inane Eye