Comments on: CUPPY’S: Robert Morgan is Now “Bobby The Rawman Walking”

By: Curious

Curious — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:38:06 +0000

Is it true that Morg is now using his “sanctuary” condos on the beach to lure middle age women into sexual liaisons? Are there women out there that will admit they got screwed in more than one way by this man?

By: Ben Dover-Morgan

Ben Dover-Morgan — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:53:40 +0000

Roy, Morg and Dale, they made such a team.
If only not for Sean Kelly, they would be living a dream.
His damm website spoiled the plot,
He thinks he’s a big-shot,
For spreading such blaspheme!

By: ADMIN

ADMIN — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:26:41 +0000

Ode to Rawman
by Carl Scamburg

I hope that Morg will never see
The payment of a franchise fee

Or franchisees hoodwinked to pay
Him money from the SBA.

But Rawman’s sweet as vegan honey
When he’s asking for your money.

And Twitter ladies are in awe
When Bobby says to eat it raw.

Now if you believe Morgan’s dictum
Just like you, poor Morgue’s a victim

But we all know Rawman should dwell
In buddy Royboy Snowden’s cell.

By: Irish Zee

Irish Zee — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:43:25 +0000

There once was a sales director named Ben
Who would lie through his teeth, again and again.
I guess that’s why they fell out.
He’s such a lout.
My refund will come, say again, when?

By: Alicia Benefield

Alicia Benefield — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:02:52 +0000

FYI to “he/she who is not named,”

I can’t get a date w/ the real Dale Earnhardt. He died on the last lap of the Daytona 500, February 17, 2001.

So, I’ll just settle for the emposter, anyway, he likes my ample curves, thank you!

By: Keats

Keats — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:43:28 +0000

To add to the Cuppy’s poetry:

“I once knew a bloke named Nabors,

who promised many, many favors.

He took my cash, and

then said “kiss my ass”,

and proceeded to buy Coach bags

in many different flavors.”

By: Shining Star

Shining Star — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:29:01 +0000

You said I had a gorgeous smile.
You said I was your star.
How little did I know you had an entire constellation of stars.
Each of which paid $30,000 to get a name.

You said you needed a special kind of person.
And I am, it’s true.
I didn’t realize you meant in the FICO score kind of way.

Now your constellation went over the event horizon.
And you thought you would never hear from us again.
But rules were meant to be broken, you can relate to that.
And we have come out the other side, empowered by what you taught us.
And we are not going anywhere anytime soon.
AMEN.

By: Alicia Benefield

Alicia Benefield — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:25:17 +0000

Hey, why don’t you post your real name…..I do….I ain’t skeered…..

Feisty Alicia Benefield

By: Slamming poetry like a bad espresso shot

Slamming poetry like a bad espresso shot — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:08:23 +0000

It’s a great day at Cuppy’s, on my dime of course.
Getting an answer from you is like beating a horse.
You kick and make noise and I’ll get hurt.
Now there is nothing to stop me from losing my shirt.
Can’t be consoled by my Coffee College plaque.
But I’ll hire a lawyer to get the bank off my back.
The smell of coffee makes me sick now, the sound of a blender, faint.
And rawman has aspirations of becoming a saint!
Put the days of Slender Lady, Elite and Cuppy’s behind him.
Helping ladies of all ages become vegan and, their wallets, slim.
Caveat emptor, don’t say that you weren’t warned.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
What’s left to do after pleading but cry?
It’s a great day at Cuppy’s, drop dead and goodbye.

By: Pablo Gotscreweda

Pablo Gotscreweda — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 21:24:57 +0000

Bobby’s my man

He’s the rawman!

His libido

No es perdido!

Unlike my cash

Where’s the stash?

And with his bud Ben

Hide the women!

They make quiet a pair

And don’t despair!

They’re around for a while

You’ll see them at the trial!

And maybe on TV

If we’re lucky!

And they are getting bolder,

Bobby and Ben, shoulder to shoulder.