A Hanging Poem
Note: Since I’m British (and needed every rhyme I could get) ‘pants’ means underwear not trousers. And I’ve used a few terms, and singulars and plurals, quite loosely - they’re ‘tighty whity’ briefs or boxer-briefs with a front opening.
He was young and just eighteen,
Fair-haired slim and fairly fit,
Gay but not out on the scene,
Because the partner in his head
Would require him to be dead -
The partner’s name was Death,
And the marriage would be by hanging in his undies.
Well he woke up nude in bed,
And a voice inside him said
“Today’s the day, a noose the way,
Cos though I still don’t know quite why
I really really want to die.
Oh God it will be so hot,
To spurt out everything I’ve got,
Piss cum shit and spit and snot,
As I marry Death by hanging in my undies.”
So he walked naked cross the floor
To his underwear drawer
To put on his favourite underpants
To wear for his airdance.
They were briefs and they were white,
And they were absolutely right,
Not too loose and not too tight,
Room inside for wood and shite,
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
Because he’d have his death erection,
Urination, defecation and ejaculation,
Feel his guts empty and spasm,
Have the ultimate orgasm,
He would do it in the bathroom,
Seemed the most appropriate place
For those ultimate last functions
As he left the human race
And married Death by hanging in his undies.
Wouldn’t matter bout the floor,
Though not his problem any more,
And in fact the night before
He’d fixed a noose quite near the door
And taken through a chair
So it was already there,
In his death and marriage room
For his tryst, both bride and groom
Dressed in white just like a bride.
For the struggles till he died
And married Death by hanging in his undies.
So he stepped up on the chair
In his clean white underwear.
He was feeling slightly scared
Of the death he craved but feared
Put the noose around his neck,
Thought to himself “Oh heck,
If I really go ahead
In a few minutes I’ll be dead -
Am I really quite quite sure
I don’t want to go on living any more
And die today by hanging in my undies?”
“I can get on with my life,
Find a job even a wife,
Or I can end it all today
In this hot but dreadful way”.
But the noose just felt so good,
Felt a throb in his manhood
So he said “OK I’ll do it
I’m going to go right through it
Till my short sweet life is ended
And I dangle dead suspended
From my wedding ring to Death in just my undies”.
So he took his last deep breath
To prolong his fight with Death
Felt the fear and went ahead
“Ok in five minute I’ll be dead”
He stepped slowly off the chair
Calm for just a moment in the air
Before the noose took up his weight
And he knew he’d sealed his fate
As the tightness of the rope
Closed his throat and any hope
And he hanged himself to death dressed in his undies.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
I don’t really want to go!”
But the noose closed off his air
Hands scrabbling in real fear
Frantic to get loose
From the dreadful strangling noose.
And he fought and kicked and spun
As his death-struggles begun
And his mind went into slow motion
As it sank in, the awful notion
“Oh my god I really am, I’m hanging all the way to death in just my undies”
“Well I’ll put up one good fight
Duel with Death with all my might
As his neck-tight wedding ring
Makes my agonies begin.
And I’ll give it all I’ve got,
As I strangle in the knot”
And it suddenly felt hot
That his nose was oozing snot
While his chest began to heave
Trying desperately to breathe
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
Well his eyes were going red
As the blood pooled in his head
And his mouth was open wide
You could see his tongue inside
And his spit began to drool
Down his chin, dripped to his tool,
Because his penis was erecting,
And his pants-front was projecting
Pouch slightly open at the side
As it would stay until he died
His hot wet dirty death from hanging in his undies.
And he really had to piss,
Let it go and heard the hiss
Of the stream down to floor
Where it puddled more and more
Warm wet yellow soaked his brief,
“Oh wow what a hot relief,
And how long can I keep control
Of myself, of my asshole?
Cos I really need to shit,
Soon there’ll be no holding it,
I’ll be shitting in my pants for Death while hanging in my undies.”
Well he thrashed a minute more,
Kicking legs, piss on the floor
Then he felt the sweet release
As he let go and soiled his briefs
Legs up open splaying wide
As he thrust out shit inside
“Oh my god it does feel hot
To really empty out the lot
Let it go lose all control
Noose, take over my asshole”
As he gave himself to Death by hanging in his undies.
Well the waist sagged at the back,
You could peek into his crack,
And he pissed himself and shatted,
Till his pubic hair was matted,
And the weight inside his smalls
Meant you could see his filthy balls
As his pants below the fly
Sagged from his dirty inner thigh
Below the tent-projection
That showed off his erection
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
Note: Since I’m British (and needed every rhyme I could get) ‘pants’ means underwear not trousers. And I’ve used a few terms, and singulars and plurals, quite loosely - they’re ‘tighty whity’ briefs or boxer-briefs with a front opening.
He was young and just eighteen,
Fair-haired slim and fairly fit,
Gay but not out on the scene,
Because the partner in his head
Would require him to be dead -
The partner’s name was Death,
And the marriage would be by hanging in his undies.
Well he woke up nude in bed,
And a voice inside him said
“Today’s the day, a noose the way,
Cos though I still don’t know quite why
I really really want to die.
Oh God it will be so hot,
To spurt out everything I’ve got,
Piss cum shit and spit and snot,
As I marry Death by hanging in my undies.”
So he walked naked cross the floor
To his underwear drawer
To put on his favourite underpants
To wear for his airdance.
They were briefs and they were white,
And they were absolutely right,
Not too loose and not too tight,
Room inside for wood and shite,
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
Because he’d have his death erection,
Urination, defecation and ejaculation,
Feel his guts empty and spasm,
Have the ultimate orgasm,
He would do it in the bathroom,
Seemed the most appropriate place
For those ultimate last functions
As he left the human race
And married Death by hanging in his undies.
Wouldn’t matter bout the floor,
Though not his problem any more,
And in fact the night before
He’d fixed a noose quite near the door
And taken through a chair
So it was already there,
In his death and marriage room
For his tryst, both bride and groom
Dressed in white just like a bride.
For the struggles till he died
And married Death by hanging in his undies.
So he stepped up on the chair
In his clean white underwear.
He was feeling slightly scared
Of the death he craved but feared
Put the noose around his neck,
Thought to himself “Oh heck,
If I really go ahead
In a few minutes I’ll be dead -
Am I really quite quite sure
I don’t want to go on living any more
And die today by hanging in my undies?”
“I can get on with my life,
Find a job even a wife,
Or I can end it all today
In this hot but dreadful way”.
But the noose just felt so good,
Felt a throb in his manhood
So he said “OK I’ll do it
I’m going to go right through it
Till my short sweet life is ended
And I dangle dead suspended
From my wedding ring to Death in just my undies”.
So he took his last deep breath
To prolong his fight with Death
Felt the fear and went ahead
“Ok in five minute I’ll be dead”
He stepped slowly off the chair
Calm for just a moment in the air
Before the noose took up his weight
And he knew he’d sealed his fate
As the tightness of the rope
Closed his throat and any hope
And he hanged himself to death dressed in his undies.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
I don’t really want to go!”
But the noose closed off his air
Hands scrabbling in real fear
Frantic to get loose
From the dreadful strangling noose.
And he fought and kicked and spun
As his death-struggles begun
And his mind went into slow motion
As it sank in, the awful notion
“Oh my god I really am, I’m hanging all the way to death in just my undies”
“Well I’ll put up one good fight
Duel with Death with all my might
As his neck-tight wedding ring
Makes my agonies begin.
And I’ll give it all I’ve got,
As I strangle in the knot”
And it suddenly felt hot
That his nose was oozing snot
While his chest began to heave
Trying desperately to breathe
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
Well his eyes were going red
As the blood pooled in his head
And his mouth was open wide
You could see his tongue inside
And his spit began to drool
Down his chin, dripped to his tool,
Because his penis was erecting,
And his pants-front was projecting
Pouch slightly open at the side
As it would stay until he died
His hot wet dirty death from hanging in his undies.
And he really had to piss,
Let it go and heard the hiss
Of the stream down to floor
Where it puddled more and more
Warm wet yellow soaked his brief,
“Oh wow what a hot relief,
And how long can I keep control
Of myself, of my asshole?
Cos I really need to shit,
Soon there’ll be no holding it,
I’ll be shitting in my pants for Death while hanging in my undies.”
Well he thrashed a minute more,
Kicking legs, piss on the floor
Then he felt the sweet release
As he let go and soiled his briefs
Legs up open splaying wide
As he thrust out shit inside
“Oh my god it does feel hot
To really empty out the lot
Let it go lose all control
Noose, take over my asshole”
As he gave himself to Death by hanging in his undies.
Well the waist sagged at the back,
You could peek into his crack,
And he pissed himself and shatted,
Till his pubic hair was matted,
And the weight inside his smalls
Meant you could see his filthy balls
As his pants below the fly
Sagged from his dirty inner thigh
Below the tent-projection
That showed off his erection
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.
