she slobbered all over my
t-shirt. the one that
fit just right.
she slobbered all over my
t-shirt. the one that
fit just right.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Originally Posted by jon1jt
jon, this one is great!
Hey, it'd make a great tee shirt slogan for a tee that didn't fit.
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You suck!
I hate you,
I hate you!
I'm so mad I can spit nails!
A Gabelton fell in a pond
and bumped against an anchovy
there came a lady Tumbuktan
and ate him with Choo-choo gravy
the poor Gabelton melted in the tummy
and started crying ma ma mummy
the clock struck one
that son of a gun
fell down the Adrododoyan
and broke his pen
and Tumbuktan came running after !
The Heartbreak of Psoriasis
You come to me
In the dark
I just wake up and
There you are
Sneaking up on me
Without a sound
Just showing up
Waiting to be found
I try to lie
Say you won’t stay
But you are here
And here to stay
I locate evidence
Of where you are
I find pieces here
I find pieces there
I scratch my head
And wonder why
What exactly lead
To your return
What did I do
To lure you back
What door did
I forget to lock
There’s no escaping
No denying you are here
There’s evidence of you
Everywhere
My ears, my head,
Upon my breast
To run you off
I’ve done my best
But now I know
Without some aid
I’ll have you with me
Everyday
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ROTFLMAO!!! You've outdone yourself, Granny. This may be a "bad" poem, but it is hilarious.
A long time ago when I first had some of this, I went to work and at some point showed it to my boss, asking what he thought it was. "Looks like the heartbreak of Psoriasis to me," he said.
Thanks for the laugh, Granny.
This is funny!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
she always curtsies backwards,
and I never curtsy back,
I tell her I'm a poet,
She tells me I'm a hack
She always takes a shower,
Naked on the roof,
She gets there by the chimney,
And wears my favored suit
Whispering to God,
I saw her sitting on a wall,
Crazed she was, in many ways,
But she will never fall,
She stands upon her chairs,
Pardoning no leg,
I accuse her quisitive
While she kisses the cieling,
She wears her white to funerals,
And comes without invite,
She never leaves with one farewell,
Or goes without a fight,
where have you gone,
among grasses so high,
if I can find you,
will you be mine?
X
is the root of evil
cause
XxX=evil...... x is square root evil
or
XXX=evil......x is cube root of evil
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I'm so nervouse I can spit nails, cause of chewing on them
Last edited by Horsehead; 10-26-2007 at 07:21 AM.
It's a family thing. My one and only lasting inheiratance!ROTFLMAO!!! You've outdone yourself, Granny. This may be a "bad" poem, but it is hilarious.
A long time ago when I first had some of this, I went to work and at some point showed it to my boss, asking what he thought it was. "Looks like the heartbreak of Psoriasis to me," he said.
Thanks for the laugh, Granny.
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i laugh
i dance
i go over in
frenzied trance!
you oggle
you desire
the lolly in
my mouth;sapphire!
87 years of living in honor
Death may lay kindly his hands upon her
Her speaking unconsciously in frequency
All about a woman like my grandaunt
Is the fundamentals of life
True as her breath
Real as her fading figure
In the simple and cold room
Beautiful as her movements
Her plain form
There is no polite way
of being happy
The Rambling Mind Of An Insane Fisherman
Do fish get bored?
What an interesting thought!
Do they ever have nightmares about being caught?
Conundrums at play as the bait in my pail,
Wait for their turn for a hook in their tail.
They don't feel pain!
They're only worms!
It makes me feel better to think in those terms.
But are they aware of their ultimate fate?
Mourn for their friend which this catfish just ate?
Scream for their lives when my hand reaches in?
Crawl in the way so to spare next of kin?
STOP IT NOW! I'm thinking too crazy!
Why can't I just simply just fish and be lazy?
Clear out my mind and recast the line
Breathe in the peace and the breeze and the pine.
But Oh No, Wait!
My hooks bait is gone.
Sorry, another worm has to pass on.
But what if this worm here has babies somewhere?
I would be harming a small childs welfare.
OK that's it!
No more live bait!
Break out the fake worms and end this debate.
On a dark and cold night
I thought I saw a light
So I went down the stairs
(hoping to eat some pears)
And behold! On a broken chair
Lay something that gave me a greasy stare.
It was a bad poem! Oh the shame,
the pain! It was so lame!
It made my stomach rumble
And made my apple crumble
The torment, like hell itself will open
to shake out agony, it was soap-en?
Well, I ate my pear, climbed up the stairs
Away from the chair and the poem with the gruesome stare.
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