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« on: April 13, 2008, 10:17:46 PM » |
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But for an altruistic
Whim, whereby the zither doth Zim
Thy shining brow seizes the priceless night
Shimmering like your sister Kate
Who is now seeting with hate.
Burma Shave
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« Reply #1 on: April 19, 2008, 11:24:52 PM » |
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Upon the bough
There sat a brow
And on its visage a scowl...
But that doth be
A conjecture, you see,
So please come and get
Your wet towel.
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« Reply #2 on: April 24, 2008, 09:31:17 PM » |
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Begam-britness!
That can't dislodge
Hairy little bones of lore, comforting while balancing
Upon the apex of a prefix
In 1961, flipped, torn and trundled.
Leading again to
Begam-britness!
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« Reply #3 on: May 03, 2008, 10:41:05 AM » |
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Unzip
then
Sip
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« Reply #4 on: May 06, 2008, 10:16:22 PM » |
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Well up the cottering yarks
Lie embouched within the
Kettling Yanders, lives an
Honest Bider-Yak
Full of gersnips and glorves
And not a few cri-axes
Trundled by yards of yootum
yortum and ya-ha-tum.
Bellowing and Yamiressing
Beyond the Klondykes of
Yore Mama-Hi Mama!
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« Reply #5 on: May 08, 2008, 02:34:53 PM » |
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The birds, like, they go
Like, "tweet", man and
Do there dooty.
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« Reply #6 on: May 14, 2008, 11:22:39 PM » |
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Tis the juniper
of thy feet
that doth invite such
exquisite beat.
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« Reply #7 on: May 20, 2008, 09:23:41 PM » |
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They hide behind such
Forboding names
Yet timid and weak
Without courage to
Peep and show their
Self-hatred.
Burma Shave
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« Reply #8 on: May 25, 2008, 09:59:07 AM » |
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The roar which says
Mommy, are you proud of me?
While I muse evil to the
Disruption-Doer
Hmm: Channel it ALL back to the
Disruption-Doer's Ears-
Yes-It's Near and Dear to My Heart
At Least I HAVE one.
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« Reply #9 on: May 27, 2008, 02:50:13 PM » |
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Guests are not merely
Creatures stopping by
To chat and eat chips
Or play the bagpipes and chew
Tobacco sitting in a row.
They are the welcome morning dew
For the flower dying in a dessert
Such as Jello with that awful crap
Embalmed within.
May the guests of yesteryear be the
Guests at Flub Tucker's beach party next
Month.
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« Reply #10 on: May 28, 2008, 01:10:22 AM » |
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A little park in
A little town with
A little tree where
Sweet music softly
Played and we stood
There at midnight
Under that little tree
Secluded from the
World.......Until the
Police car's spotlight sort of
Ruined things.
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« Reply #11 on: May 28, 2008, 08:42:24 AM » |
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Jack and Jill
Went to the park
To try and find a nark
Jack was killed
His blood was spilled
And Jill came squirting
Aaaaf-ter.
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« Reply #12 on: May 29, 2008, 05:36:45 PM » |
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Like, divine, chops.
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« Reply #13 on: June 01, 2008, 10:21:10 AM » |
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Azure Skies of June
Hint so subtly at the
Bleakness of December
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« Reply #14 on: June 10, 2008, 05:55:18 PM » |
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Magical Computer:
Bam!
Dead.
Doctor, Doctor,,,,Will she,,,,,live?
If you are reading this, then
Yes.
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