Poems and rhymes remixed.

[#57]

Here's my first(i heard this one at school):
Deck the halls with tons of gasses!
Fa la la la laaaa,
la la la la.
Light the match and watch it glare.
Fa la la la laaaa,
la la la la.
Burn the school down to ashes.
Fa la la,
la la la,
la la la.
Aren't u glad we played with matches?
Fa la la la laaaa,
la la la laaaaaaaaa!

and my second, made by a friend of mine:
Little Mrs. Muffett,
Sat on her tuffett,
Drinking her karosene.

Along came a spider
With a ciggarette lighter,
And blew her to
smitherines.

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P.S.
this is just a little humor corner. If offensive or crude in anyones eyes and/or mind, plz don't report me!:banana:

[Niamh]

This is one my theatre group in college came up with for our play about death and suicide.

Oh hang yourself
slit your wrists
overdose on pills,
oh what fun you can have
when you cant pay the bills.

swing the rope
nice and high
blow you head away
leave the mess for your mam
and the rest to put away.

it goes along to jingle bells. i know very morbid. when this was being sung in was versed along side jingle bells as the main character and his girlfriend where listening to carol singers at the time but all he could hear in his mind was people telling him to kill himself. This play had many screws loose!:(

[Pendragon]

Wrote this a while (a long while) back...

Parody 3: Excelsior!

The shades of night were falling fast
as through the worried bedroom passed
two parents worried about their teens,
who now had entered the “Dating scene”.

Mom was worried about Sara Jane
perhaps she was parked up some dark lane
with a guy whose hormones were in a rage,
who could not read a printed page!

Pop was worried about Billy Joe
(They’d had that special talk last fall!)
He really didn’t mind if old Bill dated
as long as he didn’t get some girl impregnated!

They walked the floor and tore their hair,
they jumped at every creak of the stair,
they never understood in their fright
that their kids had stayed at home that night!

D.L. Harris

© 9/15/97