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The Flowery Monochromat
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Roses are blue
Violets are red
YES I AM colorblind
Don't listen to what I said
Carroll
Tis the sleaze on 221B Folly,
Faraway beach near Rockaway--
Deck that jerk, he insulted Trolly,
Peanut butter and raspberry jam..
Drown we now our grey Ferrari,
Icy curve boys she got away!
Headed for a Yuletide party,
Don't worry guys, the booze made it OK!
What the blazes is wrong with Aimus?
Fah! Who spiked this bleeding Christmas punch?
Strike three, Robin! Leave the darts to us!
Caviar again? Bleetch! Had it for lunch!
This is a pint? Where'd you learn to measure?
That's it--Sleepy is fired from tending the bar!
Kilted brought Scotch! A family treasure!
Who's that little green guy chasing Kelly over there?
Whoops! There goes Poppy, one down on the table crashes!
I just got that joke man! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Here comes Granny with her eyes all bright and flashes!
I do, ha, hope she'll, (har!) go easy on (hee) the poor guy!
Awright now, sing: Should auld acquaintance be fergot,
And never brought to mind? ( They don't mind by now, fer sure!)
Shoullld auld ac-hic-quaitence be fore-got
And the days when we wake up and reach for ibuprofen for cures!
(Or plop plop fizz, fizz)
Pendragon
hey! I know how much a pint is! 568 ml! .... well, you could be right about the practical side, though :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
hilarious poem, Uncle Pen
If you have ever heard Mark Hamil do The Joker's voice on the Animated Batman Series, imagine the poem read in that voice. http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...west/Joker.jpgQuote:
Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
hey, I know it was a joke :) I was just teasing you :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Don & me' re
Gay apparel
No! You tempt me too strongly! Here is one of the myriad poems I sent in to the poetry.com scam contest thing. I'm hoping they all get published. I would put the others here, because they're even worse than this, but they're too obscene :D
On a Shingle
In the beginning,
God queried Adam,
"Adam, how wast thou into
This here creation brought?"
Quoth Adam,
"Lord, thou hath shat upon
A shingle, and defecated into
Thy new creation.
Thou came on the Earth,
And from thy seed wast I borne."
To which the Lord replied,
"Thou art true, Adam!"
And all was well and good.
--Art C. Dorkus
this ain't no bad poem--it's dirty !
here comes a mozzie buzzing round my head
With a whack and a smack,
It will soon be dead,
Then I realise.
I forgot about this,
When i went outside
To take a piss
On the way back
in side the seller
I say a wasp nest.
Im a crap rhymer guys
Second
Whoever said love can’t be measured?
Count every time he tells you
“Well, they can’t expect you to do that.”,
when there’s no reason why they can’t.
Add to that the precise width and breadth
of every time he doesn’t even need
to swallow his pride because
he left himself at home.
Now weigh how many times you get the girl
while he’s the nice and cuddly uncle
and multiply that by the square root of
the times you turn whoever you talk to
into an audience just by clearing your throat.
Add how often some hanger-on has
painstakingly sifted through the grey
to paint him black and give you your share of white.
Whoever said you can’t measure love got it
wrong
or right,
depending on the reference
of you
I did this for no reason...it sucks, alot :)
“The Molting Mask”
Where is she?
I don’t know why,
Because she told me
She’d be here
And I told her
I’d be here,
And we’d be together
Together forever
And ever and ever.
Oh there she is!
Over there!
Watching the emptiness
Of this place
And now she’s turning
Turning and facing
Towards me,
Towards me.
And I just keep watching,
And I just keep looking,
And I just keep seeing,
Her, in this battleground,
Her, in this lost Cause.
Then she sees me
And I see her
And I keep staring
Then we keep staring
At each other,
Towards her
Towards me.
And then she says,
‘I want you to
Do me a favor,
A favor for me
Right now, right here,’
And I say,
‘Anything,
Anything for you my dear,
What is it
I can do,
What you can’t do
Without me?’
And then she says,
Sighing,
Sighing and trying
To find the right words
To not be so abrupt,
She says that
‘You have to kill me,
Kill me and make sure
There’s not a soul
Left in me breathing.
Please do this for me
‘Cause I can’t find no other way,
No other way to stop me.
To make me stop getting,
Out of control
Because I think
There’s something,
Something inside me,
Eating, and taunting and feeling
What I feel.’
And then she stopped,
Waiting, waiting for me to
Say something, do something,
And I did nothing,
Did something and nothing.
I looked at her
And she looked at me
And I saw her
And she saw me
And I saw her looking
Looking at me. And she saw
What I saw looking at her.
Then she started melting,
Disappearing,
Dying, resigning, sighing, solemnly.
She’s dropping to the floor,
Her face dripping down
To nothing, her skin is
Peeling, peeling and chipping,
Out of its original,
Original state.
All the time she was looking,
Looking at me watching her
Watching me watch her, to see what
I am, what I am is what she is
And she sees what I see in her,
And what I see is me,
Looking at me, and she’s in shock
Looking at me in shock
And I see death’s face
Staring at my face, who’s staring
At my face, staring at me.
She’s not, anymore,
And I am her, so
I’m not me—I’m the
Reflection of the death of myself!
seems you recorded one of your dreams? it gives two impressions:: les. and death! however, both ways it looks fine !
hark !!! who goes there,
the shark,
whose bite
is worse than his bark.
the fact remains,
when it is dark,
the shark,
as he pulls out his sheath,
discovers he has no teeth,
having to instead hide underneath.
O save the shark,
save the shark,
let us take him to a nice old park.
maybe there he shall find his fin,
amidst a bottle of gin,
that shall be his tonic,
until then he is sub-sonic
I forgot he does not drive,
'cos all he knows,
is how to dive
courtesy, Ghamgeen
oh my, this is cool. it had me laugh out loud :)Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
who's Ghamgeen Lalljee