Light-heARTed midnight rendezwoo, in Heaven or Hell, it's your democratic choice...

I often TEAse my tehtarik pardners I prefer that plaze where Marilyn Monroe, Ziana Zin and Lindai would likely end up. for they have a noroious past. Yes, they had SINned. Desi have also seen. Lots. You see, I peep only at Midnight, hence I titled my first volume of poems published in 2007 as "Midnight Voices and Other Pomes" by Desi YL Chong.

A recnt newfound fan of Desi's cybertokkok is one half of Tome&Jerry. I am reproducing his lust email's enclosing received at mid-day, so it's knot secret!

The Queen & Dolly Go To Heaven!

Queen Elizabeth

And

Dolly Parton

Die on the same day and they both go

Before an Angel to find out if they'll be admitted to Heaven.

Unfortunately, there's only one space left that day,

So the Angel must decide which of them gets in.

The Angel asks Dolly if there's some particular

Reason why she should go to Heaven.

Dolly takes off her top and says, 'Look at these,

They're the most perfect breasts God ever created,

And I'm sure it will please God to be able to see

Them every day, for eternity.'

The Angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty

The same question. The Queen takes a bottle of

Perrier out of her purse, drinks it down.

Then, wees into a toilet and pulls the lever.

The Angel says, 'OK, your Majesty, you may go in.'

Dolly is outraged and asks, 'What was that all about?

I show you two of God's own perfect creations and

You turn me down. She wees into a toilet and she gets in!

Would you explain that to me?'

'Sorry, Dolly,' says the Angel, 'but even in Heaven,

A Royal Flush

Beats a Pair -

No Matter How Big They Are.

Dolly Parton

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A former Justice I enjoy with (late) Ancient Mariner often with jokes over a bonfire in olde AustraMalysia sent me knotty ditties -- knot dirty OK! you Ignormaus!~~~ defined as four-line humourous songs sung when you are drunk on Foster's or tehtarik or Rut Bir:)

Who would have guessed!

the Aborigines have badder genes than unigrad (from Oxford like SILonce the second most powderfool man in Mailsia?)

The Australian Poetry Competition had come down to two finalists; a university graduate and an old aboriginal. They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given was 'TIMBUKTU'

First to recite his poem was the university graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:

"Slowly across the desert sand,
Trekked a lonely caravan
Men on camels two by two
Destination - Timbuktu."

The crowd went crazy! No way could the old aboriginal top that, they thought.

The old aboriginal calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:
"Me and Tim a huntin' went,
Met three whores in a pop up tent,
They were three, and we was two
So I bucked one, and tim buktu."

The aboriginal won.