Spanking Art

[Burns]

Poor poor Lady of Shallotte
Has gon an got a red hot bot
Mostly on the sit me spot
Oh poor poor lady of Shallotte.

Poor poor Lovely Mona Lisa
Got Otk'd by a Scottish Geezer
Spanked her with the tower of Pizza
Poor poor lovely Mona Lisa.

Poor poor Venus from the shell
Her bottom burns like living hell
But it served her just as well
Poor poor Venus from the shell.

Poor Primavera of Smacked Botticelli
He surely wis an awesome felly
Skelped her erse till it turned tae jelly
Poor Primavera of smacked Botticelli.

Poor women,spanked and named
Hairbrushed by the artists famed
And evy sun amongst them claimed
A dinae day it, a wis framed.

[jolie]

o what can ail thee monkey at arms
alone and palely loitering!
Your cane has cobwebs from misuse
and no bums sting

Wish I had even a quarter of your poetic skill Mr Burns Sir, but take pity on my humble effort!

La Belle Jolie Sans Merci

[Burns]

Thank you for than pleasing ditty
But is aint my nature to take pity
I hope for now your sitting pretty
For how long will that be?
Uncobwebbed came is feeling snitty
So now Brat, my knee.

I want to hear your squeal and roar
Watch fallin tears like rain drops pour
Here you sob unlike before
And show your sorrow
Then I'll tell you there's much much more
To come tomorrow.

[jolie]

The cane came earlt out tonight,
My sullen mind was soon on guard
It wondered what do to in spite
to do its worst to vex the Bard;
I listen with heart fit to burst
when in glided he, cane first
He shut out the night and the storm
and leered my cheeks sudden were warm.
when done he rose and from his mighty form
withdrew an arsenal and let it fall
and bent me o'er the table nose press'd down
my petticoats and breeks let fall
and last he stood there by my side,
took aim and with almighty swing
lowered his cane - my voice replied
he placed his hand upon my waist and made smooth the lined skin there
and swung and made my cheek feel him
and spread all over Aloe vera there
usw usw....

[Burns]

Come over hear jolie,be very afraid
Walk to the horse where ye'll shortly be splayed
Accept it that soon you'll have cause to frown
Undress yerself slowly,yer panties take down
You can put you can sulk,you can stam yer foot down
You can sigh you can cry you can crease up an frown
But the cane it is a swingin.

[jolie]

since you are enjoying Burnsye's poetic injustices to MY bum - thought I would redress the balance and bring your own nother regions into it!

I am sure that Burns the bard will do you justice! lol


(Tune to the fields of Athenray)


By a crofter's lonely wall
i heard Morgana ca---lling;
Burns I've come to visit you today
For I did a lot of wrong
so I'm here just in my thong
so bring your cane and have your wicked way

Oh, aye, I know you're gonna try
to use your tawse and cane as much as poss
I'll try to take it well
like a well behaved headgirl
and in the chat room I'll be all the Goss!

As he walked towards his prey
I saw his sporran sway---ing
Won't charge you Morgie this I'll do for free
Twixt the chatroom and the board
You're a brat and you've been caught
So you'll be standing up far more easy


No hard feelings Morgana but as you know, I think you've been getting away very lightly - and this must stop! lol

[Burns]

There must be some way outa here
Said sad jolie to the witch
It is my conclusion,he's cuttin out a switch
But later in the darkness the both them did howl
And clothed and wreathed in blackness
The master Dom did growl.

[jolie]

We both did howl and stir the pot
as we added herbs and monkey glands
we uttered curses, leered with glee
as we damned the gibbons spanking hands.

thrice the Derby mog did mew
thrice and once the woodplank whined
but we stirred and laughed outrageously
no more would we bare pale behind!!

Morgana fair sent up a prayer.
...........a curse more like, on Burns
his tawse would wither his ass would shiver
he would get no more turns.

The spanker left his face bereft
in silent anguish, wailing
ne'er more a bum to beat - alas!
no witches, no more phlailing