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« Reply #15 on: June 11, 2008, 03:04:25 PM » |
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yardsom bally guards fleeing
ranks of candor, effusing woedom
belocking farlsom lo-lows.
pum diddle dee botox
pum diddle dee buxom
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« Reply #16 on: June 18, 2008, 12:39:00 AM » |
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the cat goes "ker-plunk"
the dog becomes a monk
and squirrelly goes berserk
while cowsey goes to work
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« Reply #17 on: June 22, 2008, 08:03:45 PM » |
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Be true to your soul
Nay, be false to thine bowl
Of spinach and custard
And Dear Brady's mustard
On trays of cob pipes
Bereft of baby wipes
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« Reply #18 on: July 03, 2008, 05:04:08 PM » |
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Ode To E
the malevolent human
mind is a
terrible thing
blathering it's squat
and squalor upon itself
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« Reply #19 on: July 08, 2008, 12:31:00 PM » |
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Never ever
Put raw garbage
In the back seat
Of your new car
Climb every staircase
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« Reply #20 on: July 11, 2008, 11:05:04 PM » |
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The smoulding forest
A home no more
Lies barren
Till far,far,distant miracles again push
The seeds of life
To meet the sun
The grantor of the richness
The lushness the dandalions
Of our weed ordinance fixation
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« Reply #21 on: July 12, 2008, 07:37:36 PM » |
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Here's to
Us, though
Unengaged
For Eternity
Never to wash
Each other's
Cars again,
Jeers to us!
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« Reply #22 on: July 14, 2008, 06:59:40 PM » |
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Should a contrived rhyme,
Consume a fake poet's time,
Just so he can scribble,
Such phrases as "ish kabibble"?
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« Reply #23 on: July 19, 2008, 03:08:13 PM » |
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Cars go
Trucks go
Vans go
Semis go
Choo choos go
Planes go
Bye-bye
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« Reply #24 on: July 22, 2008, 11:57:47 AM » |
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Ode to Ruthlessness
The high fence locks
Doeth annoy the fox
Though why is clear
Since he love them deer.
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« Reply #25 on: July 25, 2008, 11:51:08 AM » |
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Life
The dog
Barked at
The frog
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« Reply #26 on: August 17, 2008, 11:05:38 PM » |
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Sky Song
Golly Wogs of Gordonst
Wolly Gogs of Wordonst
Molly Mogs of Mordonst
Sinpast de Marco of
Durffingly Waddlist numba numba.
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« Reply #27 on: August 23, 2008, 07:51:45 PM » |
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"Harpsichord"
The alluring assonance of
?Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw? and the
Ravishing radiance of
Miss Misty and her
Incisive intellect was wonderfully
Redolent of rapturous red roses
For a lewd lady
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« Reply #28 on: September 30, 2008, 07:56:09 PM » |
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Oh, for the love of a carbuncle,
Or a tiny bunion,
And even a pork belly sausage,
Tis Autumn, Ye know, Ye know,,
Ye know?
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« Reply #29 on: October 18, 2008, 01:59:07 PM » |
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Untitled
Gold floats up there
High beyond my reach
Though I grasp not
At the mundane treasures
For which it lures
Many.
I shan't grasp at even the
Gold that could be there-
The one that offers such
Ecstasy, fleeting though it Shirley is.
Why not? Because Popeye's on.
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