I composed a Poem about My Infertility

[caburiye1]

Awlaadu waa qaar kamida qanimadii eebe,
asagaa uqaybiya dadkoon lala Qorshaynayne,
Qofkuu rabo ayuu eebahay qac uga siiyaaye,
Qofna Looma Qoro oo allaa garan qisaadkaase,
Qadarkii allaa lugu helaa wiilal Qayr badane,
Qushuuc iyo ducaa lugu helaa qiilal qayr badane,
Qibrad iyo aqoon luguma helo wiilaal qayr badane,
Qiiro iyo Japaan luguma helo wiilal qayr badane,
Qaxar iyo dagaal luguma helo wiilal Qayr badane,

To be continued.

[Basra-]

caburiye1 caburiye1, what woe ye?
An empty nest of NO offspring's?
to call your own?
Doth thou have a say?
In this delicate matter?
or better,
Have thou vigorously done the deed?
Did she bleed?
Or Have thou art posses an insignificant lil Marehaan di.ck?
That NO vigorous swimmers doth out spring?

[Negritude]

caburiye1 caburiye1, what woe ye?
An empty nest of NO offspring's?
to call your own?
Doth thou have a say?
Have thou prayed -'Oh Allaah swt ye'?
On a better day,
Have thou vigorously done the deed?
Did she bleed?
Or Have thou art posses an insignificant lil Marehaan di.ck?
That NO vigorous swimmers doth spring?

LOL

[Leftist]

Awlaadu waa qaar kamida qanimadii eebe,
asagaa uqaybiya dadkoon lala Qorshaynayne,
Qofkuu rabo ayuu eebahay qac uga siiyaaye,
Qofna Looma Qoro oo allaa garan qisaadkaase,
Qadarkii allaa lugu helaa wiilal Qayr badane,
Qushuuc iyo ducaa lugu helaa qiilal qayr badane,
Qibrad iyo aqoon luguma helo wiilaal qayr badane,
Qiiro iyo Japaan luguma helo wiilal qayr badane,
Qaxar iyo dagaal luguma helo wiilal Qayr badane,

To be continued.

Basra,

Take thy heavenly thunder thighs,
to the gym, and work up a sweat
lest ye wobble when ye walk
or jiggle when ye josh
Jane Austen would be ashamed
of a ginormous bulk with no frame
so take thee to the gym,
Oh dearest dearest Basra

[DR-YALAXOOW]

this is poem to caburiye wife( former wife)

yeah your husband is infertile like a car whit out gasoline
yeah thats mysteries of life! its true and YES it makes you wonder, child or no child?
i was good why me! why just us? ooh! lord we were Good.

the Good doctor yalaxoow says to you! everything will be alright.
everything will be alright! yes a miracle will happen.
your dreams will be fullflied. come come my child .
whisper your wifes ears when the night comes dr yalaxow
will come in to your world, she will feel love.
love love tell here dont fight just eccept it.
9 month after miracle night whit yalaxow
her stomage will grown and miracle of life come in to the light
a child will be born......


Ops:- never compare the dna of that child and your just eccept as your firts born child

[kambuli]

Wow and wow...

This is a heavyweight poem and it carries a lot of wisdom...
Ilaahay deeqdiisa lagama quusto......Sida khayrku kuugu jirana Ilaahbaa og....

The problem is I am not sure if Cabuirye is trolling or telling us the truth...But this poem is very touching Wallee

[Basra-]

Leftist aka Sir lug aka Lamagoodle

It is ONLY predictable and fair that you should come running and defending ALL small gu.s fellow brethrem. I thank you for that thoughtful poem and would wish to respond back.



Come hither, Come thither, oh sweet Man of no fame,
Though a fantastical lover of Dame,
thy demon and evil is but one single short-coming,
therefore though she is Lame,
To judge of such natural small size,
therefore, she apologizes,
But still her ladyship wish thou NOT come,
either hither Nor thither her way, but far, further away,
If you will,
for Hump ALL day, if you want, and Night, evening if you want, and shoot and COME,
If you will:
No significant feeling is a result.
Therefore, thy own blessed swimmers are vigorously futile,
and therefore Come 9 months or 7 months-
Thou art UN-blessedly Infertile!