goldenrod
09-03-2008, 04:03 PM
Kurtmann...Dude!"
High in the Nipplese mountains,
living in a hut built rude.
Dwelt an old hippie
by name of Kurtmann.
A real upstanding dude!
He's companion,
a yak called Maluk,
and boy...
was that
yak stacked good!
From the deli
she couldn't trot home any faster,
weighed down,
with the most peculiar of foods!
The natives of
the Nipplese mountains,
hardy types, but extremely crude!
Used to crowed around
every evening,
just to see
what that yak had accrued!
To entertain the folk
so gathered.
A touch of merriment
for the cute little sports!
Stoned Kurtmann played his favourite haggis,
which, could deliver a tune, of sorts!
Wild the echoes in the mountains,
surging up to the Nipples erect!
Down again to the tor,
where stood his front-door,
and...
It would blow his hutment to heck!
goldenrod.
High in the Nipplese mountains,
living in a hut built rude.
Dwelt an old hippie
by name of Kurtmann.
A real upstanding dude!
He's companion,
a yak called Maluk,
and boy...
was that
yak stacked good!
From the deli
she couldn't trot home any faster,
weighed down,
with the most peculiar of foods!
The natives of
the Nipplese mountains,
hardy types, but extremely crude!
Used to crowed around
every evening,
just to see
what that yak had accrued!
To entertain the folk
so gathered.
A touch of merriment
for the cute little sports!
Stoned Kurtmann played his favourite haggis,
which, could deliver a tune, of sorts!
Wild the echoes in the mountains,
surging up to the Nipples erect!
Down again to the tor,
where stood his front-door,
and...
It would blow his hutment to heck!
goldenrod.