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« on: October 21, 2012, 01:22:11 pm »

Zark! Lambada! Esimtba! Jark!
Let's go dancing in the park!

Yoose, moose, toose, roose,
Let's go out and cook a goose!

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« Reply #1 on: October 22, 2012, 11:20:23 pm »

The Young Maiden of Kent.

Doth vistas gerfookle kindenstones?
Hark, I hear knot the carbonzias of normuth,
Prey thee, the Hurble-de-loon of montecaly.

How darth the gawps of lornedness,
Traverse the catacomb of WOO-WOO?!

Then, fluabo ze foyroar! Tis' done and I shan't
Turrgeress no 'mo.

Burma Shave



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« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2012, 01:30:49 am »

In a remarkable thrust of
Grime and passion, beyond
The portable stalls of Gerbawnk

Lies a vast and airy castle of
Leichen, so mourmered and squizzly
And Flawnk

Thus comes the north glimpse of
Many old wimps, who traverse the
Silly old Slocks

While away in the tarpels, they play with
Their carples, without chaining grease
To their locks.

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« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2012, 01:37:08 pm »



The bird

The bird flew

Are you

A bird, too?

I can knot climb

the mountains of birds' nests

Until I clean my attic.

Are you an attic?

Let us traipse to the wink of the

Owl's stare, as the hare zips along

with nary a care, mon fraire.


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« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2012, 05:42:08 pm »

Ta re, ta ra. I'm larky.
Ar at, er at.  You're barky.

Goo boo, zu lu. The goose honks.
Lu uz, oob oog.  The bad bouncer bonks.

Sofa queen, sofa king. That's the *thing* to do.
Gink afos, neeuq afos. May your ghost go "boo".







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« Reply #5 on: October 26, 2012, 02:04:30 pm »

"Excuses"

After the gentle rain, the sun shown warmly
On the lilacs in the Valley of Saller.

When the snows came, however gently, the sun shown ever so
Briskly, to chastise the tenaments of drendil.

Such sadness,  to hold the sun accountable for such contempt.
Let us raise our voices to the sky and ask ol' sol, 'why, oh why?'

IS this, CAN this, oh, SHOULD this be the plea from the sun?
That the injustice thus cast was the result of a faulty thermostat?

"Delusion"
I think there lies beyond the sky, a hat, a coat and a polka-dot tie.
And if you find this place, (a lie) I ask you knot to tell me why.





 


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« Reply #6 on: October 27, 2012, 02:22:16 pm »

"Id"-B.W. Oliver
I say, dance the taciturn drew walk,
Hoist the yardarm to the feet of Stalone!

We never quiver from the wrath of Tally-hoes,
For shalt not thou shiver the slings of pointed sticks!?

Hark? Does thy battery of thou's Zest cleanse the
Rankles of Ruther?

Nay, it shall never be quoted that the head of silver
Zealots do resonate beyond the abstracts of Ba-doan.

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« Reply #7 on: October 28, 2012, 03:52:43 pm »

The Shoe the Shoe the Shoe the Shoe!
A fly, a fly, a fly, a fly,

No zone, no zone, no zone, no zone.
Twilight, oh twilight, oh twilight, oh twilight.

Time, time, time, time,
On My Hands, On My Hand, On My Hands, On My metatarsal,
I Didn't like.

Have you metatarsal you didn't like?




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« Reply #8 on: November 06, 2012, 11:39:39 am »

"Deep, Like, Man"  by Muffet Mayheim
Tis foolish to wander
Past the Holly Hocks

Without stopping to
Peer out over the docks

Where clocks and locks
and dirty socks

All have contracted
Chicken pox.


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« Reply #9 on: November 10, 2012, 12:51:54 am »

The Hill in the Valley

Oh, have you ever walked to the
Hill in the Valley,
Not of Rudy,
Not of Hooty,
And not of Rock?

But the Hill in the Valley
Whose maiden was Hally
and her twin, buxom Sally
along with their lover Doc.

As I ponder the Hill in the Valley,
With eyelids heavy as weights,
I dream of the Valley in the Hill and of
and various and sundry tectonic plates. 'y'






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« Reply #10 on: November 14, 2012, 10:05:58 am »

"Ah, the Sweet Mystery of Rugby" by Olef Oggleman

Tell me where to journey
to see the lovely holly hocks
on the moors, where the young
girl shares her love only with the
beauty and solitude of nature.

For in the more mundane parts of life,
there is a postcard, a pretty picture postcard,
that has been sent to her, but it has 20-cents due.


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