Aan de wand van uw WC:



Een nieuwe spreuk?   


De dichterlijke ziel op de pot. Wie geniet er niet van de vele spreuken die de muur van een Water Closet sieren?

Om iedereen mee te kunnen laten genieten kunnen ze hier vereeuwigd worden. Dus laat de kans niet schieten!

Ja; of wel... Moet je op zich zelf weten... wel een gemiste kans dan...
November 2024  

 
  • Ballz are full
  • Eight Friends in a Holiday Home

    Eight friends set out for a weekend of fun,
    A cozy holiday home, far from everyone.
    With bags packed light and hearts full of glee,
    They promised themselves, “As wild as can be!”

    They stumbled inside, all laughter and cheer,
    With plans for mayhem (and a whole lot of beer).
    No sooner had they set their bags on the floor,
    Than silly ideas started to soar.

    The first was Mark, who dared to impress,
    By attempting a flip in his brand-new dress.
    He tripped on the carpet, up went his legs—
    Down came the vase, in pieces and dregs.

    Next was Vincent, who swore he could cook,
    A “gourmet delight” from an online book.
    The stove caught fire, alarms blared loud,
    As they scrambled to douse it, laughing out loud.

    Tony thought it’d be fun to climb up the roof,
    To stargaze at night and stay aloof.
    But he slipped on the tiles, down he did fall,
    Right into the bushes, a real wake-up call.

    Frank and Pieter found a canoe by the lake,
    Convinced they’d be pros, for heaven’s sake.
    They paddled in circles, not far from the shore,
    Both wet and dizzy, they climbed out, sore.

    Ed tried karaoke with all of his might,
    Singing till morning, from dusk through the night.
    Neighbors came knocking, their patience all gone,
    As he wailed like a banshee to every song.

    Hans brought fireworks, for a grand show,
    “Just one little sparkler, how bad could it go?”
    With a bang and a whizz, sparks flew high,
    Then fizzled on impact—right into a pie.

    Arthur, the boldest, played hide-and-seek,
    And found a spot that was dark and unique.
    But when he got stuck in the old wardrobe’s door,
    He yelled, “Come get me!” as they laughed on the floor.

    At dawn, they sat on the deck in a row,
    A bit bruised and battered, but with a glow.
    Their holiday home, a little worse for wear,
    Yet memories made—beyond compare.

    Eight friends together, a tale for the ages,
    Of silly adventures and laughter-filled stages.
    They left that place a bit messy, it’s true,
    But oh, what a weekend, what a mad crew!
  • Almost gaylord weekend!!
 
 
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