Originally written & posted between:
Monday, May 17, 2004 and Friday, May 21, 2004.

Little Jimmy: Football Star

Little Jimmy loved football,
He was gonna be a star.
Then at the age of just seven,
He lost his four limbs to a car.

 But Little Jimmy wasn�t going to quit;
Football was his favorite sport.
He would get back on that field,
For he was the determined sort.

 Two years after the tragic accident,
That claimed his extremities,
Little Jimmy returned to the field,
And couldn�t have been more pleased.

 The coach had been reluctant at first,
But couldn�t deny Jimmy his dream.
He saw something in that crippled boy,
Reminiscent of Martin Luther King.

 But Little Jimmy was so overjoyed,
And not paying attention to the field,
That he was decapitated by six defenders,
Before they could try and yield.

Little Jimmy died that day,
At the tender age of nine.
And Little Jimmy�s in Hell now;
He�s probably doing fine.

 Chris J. Nelson

~

Classroom Urges

I sit in Trigonometry,
But I can�t concentrate.
There�s something I�d much rather do,
And that something�s masturbate. 

I get out my agenda book,
And my gorgeous teacher signs my pass.
In a few minutes I�ll be in paradise,
Fingering my own ass.

 I sneak into a janitor�s closet,
Quiet, private, and dark.
Then in a flash I drop my pants,
And shake hands with my shark.

 I picture my lovely teacher,
And their beautiful round breasts,
Which some would say are sagging,
But they�re decent, I contest.

 Their soft and milky lips,
Just the thought makes me shiver,
As I creep closer to my climax,
I�m guaranteed to deliver.

 Oh my teacher, Mr. Robbins,
I want to feel you deep inside of me.
But in this closet I�ll make do,
With a wooden broom handle, or three.

 Chris J. Nelson

~

The Ironic Tale of Pedophile Tom

Tom was a very lonely man,
Unsuccessful with men and women,
But as he sat alone in his apartment,
An idea grew within.

 Children were an obvious choice,
They were so small and weak,
None could rival his physical strength,
Even at their peak.

 Every day Tom would commute,
To the beautiful city park,
To watch the little children play,
While he touched himself in the dark.

 He loved going to the park,
Watching the girls and boys,
With plans to lure them to an alley somewhere,
With promises of candy and toys.

 Then came the day he would fulfill his dream,
Of fornicating with a young lad,
When something unexpected happened,
Before a boy could be had.

 Tom was run over in the street,
By a bus carrying many-a-child,
Thus ending the sad, sad life,
Of this perverted pedophile. 

Chris J. Nelson

~

The Hazing Poem

So you wanna be a football player,
Well it�s not an easy task.
So get on your hands and knees, little freshman,
�Cause random objects are going up your ass.

If you want to be a part of us,
You have to pass the test,
You have to show endurance and stamina;
That you can be sodomized by the best.

It�s going to hurt a little at first,
And you make walk kinda funny.
But try and tell a teacher or cop,
And we�ll do more than steal your lunch money.

So just sit back and take it,
It�ll all be over quick.
But don�t dare take off that blindfold,
What? Uh no� that�s not my dick.

We are preparing you for what�s to come;
The obstacles on the field.
One day you�ll thank us for the pinecones and golf balls,
We shoved up your ass as you kneeled.

The pain will subside soon my new teammate,
In a few days there�ll be no more sting.
And now that you�ve been violated in the ass,
You�ll be prepared for anything.

Chris J. Nelson