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I love my joypeg,
My gentleman's gentleman,
My red wand of love.
A euphemism by some,
other name; but still as coarse!
Sorry blp, it wasn't my idea - I shall spare the blushes of the guilty provocateur - but she knows who she is! I'm afraid we couldn't find out what a "joypeg" really was; and "that" was all I could think of!
Next theme: Unnecessary crudity
Bump!
Base and odious,
That foul verbiage you spew,
Demolishes me.
Young Fledgling, Do you kiss your
Mama with that tactless mouth?
metrosexual
Excellent post Riesa - worth waiting for (and don't worry, I won't tell them who goaded me into spouting that filth in the first place. Your secret is safe with me.)
My feminine side;
I paint it daily but I,
Am not, not, NOT gay!
I'm just of the opinion,
That grooming is important.
Cribvirgins - See post in Gen Lit - unofficial words for definition.
HEY! unfair, unfair!
Don't worry, I'm sure no-one noticed. Now stop making a fuss or they might! ;)
Her charming French self,
Squeezed in to peer over your
Thin Intellectual
Shoulder, seeking Sonnet aid.
She dallies with your genius.
Son art de l'auto-portrait
Français charmant, serré dedans
Au pair au-dessus
De votre épaule intellectuelle
Mince, aide cherchante de Sonnet.
Elle dallies avec votre génie.
Next topic: Psychological Millstone
Now if the french had been in Tanka form too, I would have been impressed! Btw, did you notice how quickly the "little french girl" disappeared as soon as people started using her "native tongue"? Strange that, eh?
I cannot shake it;
This feeling that drags at my,
Heart and at my soul;
Did I really betray you?
Was your anger feigned, or real?
Next topic: Your CD collection.
Unfortunately, Babel Fish doesn't do Tanka. It does sound pretty good in French, though, doesn't it?
Did she? I hadn't noticed.
My music, at times,
Fails to amuse me. Wish I
Had taken the discs
In lieu of the cat when I
Left São Paulo forever.
Next topic:
Being mediocre at something you wished you were great at.
"Who's hurting that cat?"
They shout whenever I sing,
(In truth, try to sing.)
But I sing because I must,
To get what's inside outside.
Next topic: Having to be nice to someone you despise.
The idiot's name:
Socrates, quelle irony.
I've met wiser bumps
On a fallen tree's fungus.
Oh, bloody hell, He's my boss.
Next topic: Favorite teacher/professor
Not to worry. I invented the word without knowing what it meant. Something like a jpeg I'd say. A rude jpeg maybe.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
This Kantian mind
Wandered through the halls and courts
His stride constant, fixed.
Life was like the road, fields,
Skies all seen through a windscreen
Topic: The early death of a genius
Jeff Buckley
His guitar cried pain;
His voice pierced and tore and soared,
Where others dared not.
River-stolen - snatched in prime,
Grace in music lost to us.
Next topic: Secret gluttony.
I feast upon death
In its decay, there is taste.
Bodies are sexual.
When I eat, I devour.
Skin, flesh, consumed. Renewal.
Topic: Killing someone in a slow and painful way
Nice one, Xamonas, I was going to do Charlie Parker if no one else posted soon.
Oooooh, AP has a dark side, scary. I'm busy reassessing my image of Atiguhya.
Head down, eyes pleading;
Hint of acceptance, dying
Inevitable.
The ties that bind, bound tightly.
Blood zipper, drawn and quartered.
ugh.
feel free to give it another go someone.
next topic:
Tsunami.