Pop, pop, pop diner
Of nice warm popcorn. Feed some
Kernals to the birds.
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Pop, pop, pop diner
Of nice warm popcorn. Feed some
Kernals to the birds.
Kernals to the birds
laced with a tad of strychnine.
Dinner for something.
Now I'm thinking of the Tom Lehrer song "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" :lol:
Dinner for something
Immune to all poisons, but
Not our feathered friends.
Have you looked at this weeks poem yet? How bleak Love functions in this poem.
Not our feathered friend.
How about a furry friend? You
go ahead and choose one.
I've only had time to glance at the Poem of the Week.
Go ahead and choose one
Perhaps the little green bird.
He can say "hello."
He can say "hello"
but I'll say 'goodnight,' for I'm
just dead tired from work
Just dead tired from work
But still I have hours to go
Before I may sleep.
Before I may sleep
I shall read before my god
Begging on my knees
Begging on my knees
I think of the ironies
That life brings to us
Hazel-Ra, :wave:
That life brings to us
Asylum, so we may find
Ourselves replenished.
Ourselves replenished
In simple nature's comfort
Deliberately.
"Deliberately,
And with malice aforethought;"
It's a fair cop, m'lud!
Is "m'lud" one syllable?
Crazy British dialects.
It's a fair cop, m'lud;
Caught in the habit of your
Greed and deception.
Just about - I squeezed it a bit! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by chmpman
too slow.....