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Barbaria1

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The turn I did miss
While texting with Siss
Wasn't noticed till late
I had taken the wrong Interstate!!!!

(They really need larger print on those signs)

I knew I was in trouble
When the pavement turned to rubble
And a bullet-riddled sign
Said "Arkansas state line"

As I drove into town
I wore a puzzled frown
Cause every mailbox I could see
Bore the family name Tree

I drove right into a speed trap
And said to myself "oh crap!!"
The cop said "doing fifty,
Speed limit is twenty"


And in no time at all
I was hustled to city hall
To stand before a judge of ill fame
Hank M. High was his name

While it made no sense
I was charged with a capital offense
To the public gallows I was to go
To be hung in a method the judge called "slow"

As I was taken away
He stopped me to say
"Please, Ms Moore, don't think it rude,
But I've ordered you to hang in the nude

To the gallows I was taken
My nerves were quite shaken
The whole town had turned out
Such crude things they did shout

I was turned around
My wrists were bound
I was made to stand over a door
That was hinged to the floor


As he gave my tight little ass a quivering pat
I said to the executioner, who wore a yellow hat
I'm sorry kind sir but I think I need to pee
He replied, "why the fuck should that matter to me?"

Around my neck a noose was tightened
To say the least, I was really quite frightened
When they asked if I had any last words to say
Or if I needed a clergyman to help me pray

I said "no" with a sigh
I was ready to die
I had made a wrong turn
This was my lesson to learn

My time had come
There was a roll of a drum
Tumescent and erect were my nipples
Murmurs swept through the crowd in ripples

The trap door fell open with a loud bang
Through it I fell and began slowly to hang
I kicked and I twisted; put up a good fight
Danced a good dance to everyone's delight

I puddled the ground
Spun slowly around
Gasped my last breath
And met my sad death

So to my friends at cruxforums I plead
Be aware there are consequences to every misdeed
The lesson here is one that all should heed
If you miss a turn: TURN AROUND! :rolleyes:

BARBARIA 2016
 
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The turn I did miss
While texting with Siss
Wasn't noticed till late
I had taken the wrong Interstate!!!!

(They really need larger print on those signs)

I knew I was in trouble
When the pavement turned to rubble
And a bullet-riddled sign
Said "Arkansas state line"

As I drove into town
I wore wore a puzzled frown
Cause every mailbox I could see
Bore the family name Tree

I drove right into a speed trap
And said to myself "oh crap!!"
The cop said "doing fifty,
Speed limit is twenty"


And in no time at all
I was hustled to city hall
To stand before a judge of ill fame
Hank M. High was his name

While it made no sense
I was charged with a capital offense
To the public gallows I was to go
To be hung in a method the judge called "slow"

As I was taken away
He stopped me to say
"Please, Ms Moore, don't think it rude,
But I've ordered you to hang in the nude

To the gallows I was taken
My nerves were quite shaken
The whole town had turned out
Such crude things they did shout

I was turned around
My wrists were bound
I was made to stand over a door
That was hinged to the floor


As he gave my tight little ass a quivering pat
I said to the executioner, who wore a yellow hat
I'm sorry kind sir but I think I need to pee
He replied, "why the fuck should that matter to me?"

Around my neck a noose was tightened
To say the least, I was really quite frightened
When they asked if I had any last words to say
Or if I needed a clergyman to help me pray

I said "no" with a sigh
I was ready to die
I had made a wrong turn
This was my lesson to learn

My time had come
There was a roll of a drum
Tumescent and erect were my nipples
Murmurs swept through the crowd in ripples

The trap door fell open with a loud bang
Through it I fell and began slowly to hang
I kicked and I twisted; put up a good fight
Danced a good dance to everyone's delight

I puddled the ground
Spun slowly around
Gasped my last breath
And met my sad death

So to my friends at cruxforums I plead
Be aware there are consequences to every misdeed
The lesson here is one that all should heed
If you miss a turn: TURN AROUND! :rolleyes:

BARBARIA 2016








That Is So Erotic And Exciting
 
The turn I did miss
While texting with Siss
Wasn't noticed till late
I had taken the wrong Interstate!!!!

(They really need larger print on those signs)

I knew I was in trouble
When the pavement turned to rubble
And a bullet-riddled sign
Said "Arkansas state line"

As I drove into town
I wore a puzzled frown
Cause every mailbox I could see
Bore the family name Tree

I drove right into a speed trap
And said to myself "oh crap!!"
The cop said "doing fifty,
Speed limit is twenty"


And in no time at all
I was hustled to city hall
To stand before a judge of ill fame
Hank M. High was his name

While it made no sense
I was charged with a capital offense
To the public gallows I was to go
To be hung in a method the judge called "slow"

As I was taken away
He stopped me to say
"Please, Ms Moore, don't think it rude,
But I've ordered you to hang in the nude

To the gallows I was taken
My nerves were quite shaken
The whole town had turned out
Such crude things they did shout

I was turned around
My wrists were bound
I was made to stand over a door
That was hinged to the floor


As he gave my tight little ass a quivering pat
I said to the executioner, who wore a yellow hat
I'm sorry kind sir but I think I need to pee
He replied, "why the fuck should that matter to me?"

Around my neck a noose was tightened
To say the least, I was really quite frightened
When they asked if I had any last words to say
Or if I needed a clergyman to help me pray

I said "no" with a sigh
I was ready to die
I had made a wrong turn
This was my lesson to learn

My time had come
There was a roll of a drum
Tumescent and erect were my nipples
Murmurs swept through the crowd in ripples

The trap door fell open with a loud bang
Through it I fell and began slowly to hang
I kicked and I twisted; put up a good fight
Danced a good dance to everyone's delight

I puddled the ground
Spun slowly around
Gasped my last breath
And met my sad death

So to my friends at cruxforums I plead
Be aware there are consequences to every misdeed
The lesson here is one that all should heed
If you miss a turn: TURN AROUND! :rolleyes:

BARBARIA 2016






lovely little poem... illustration to follow
 

Btw ... this poem was inspired by real events. I actually did make a wrong turn and got on the wrong interstate without noticing my error for more than fifty miles! :doh:

Everything after the first four lines though is pure fantasy;)

Oh, and Siss is right! The real message is don't text and drive!:cool:
 
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The turn I did miss
While texting with Siss
Wasn't noticed till late
I had taken the wrong Interstate!!!!

(They really need larger print on those signs)

I knew I was in trouble
When the pavement turned to rubble
And a bullet-riddled sign
Said "Arkansas state line"

As I drove into town
I wore a puzzled frown
Cause every mailbox I could see
Bore the family name Tree

I drove right into a speed trap
And said to myself "oh crap!!"
The cop said "doing fifty,
Speed limit is twenty"


And in no time at all
I was hustled to city hall
To stand before a judge of ill fame
Hank M. High was his name

While it made no sense
I was charged with a capital offense
To the public gallows I was to go
To be hung in a method the judge called "slow"

As I was taken away
He stopped me to say
"Please, Ms Moore, don't think it rude,
But I've ordered you to hang in the nude

To the gallows I was taken
My nerves were quite shaken
The whole town had turned out
Such crude things they did shout

I was turned around
My wrists were bound
I was made to stand over a door
That was hinged to the floor


As he gave my tight little ass a quivering pat
I said to the executioner, who wore a yellow hat
I'm sorry kind sir but I think I need to pee
He replied, "why the fuck should that matter to me?"

Around my neck a noose was tightened
To say the least, I was really quite frightened
When they asked if I had any last words to say
Or if I needed a clergyman to help me pray

I said "no" with a sigh
I was ready to die
I had made a wrong turn
This was my lesson to learn

My time had come
There was a roll of a drum
Tumescent and erect were my nipples
Murmurs swept through the crowd in ripples

The trap door fell open with a loud bang
Through it I fell and began slowly to hang
I kicked and I twisted; put up a good fight
Danced a good dance to everyone's delight

I puddled the ground
Spun slowly around
Gasped my last breath
And met my sad death

So to my friends at cruxforums I plead
Be aware there are consequences to every misdeed
The lesson here is one that all should heed
If you miss a turn: TURN AROUND! :rolleyes:

BARBARIA 2016






Erotic poetry very nice, well done. Thank you!
 
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