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Hammer and Pickle 11:59 Sat Dec 21
Poetry
Can't spell

Can't know

But the meaning

Is in the now

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Guy Gibsons Dog 6:22 Tue Dec 24
Re: Poetry
The wall fell
The rats run
Not knowing where
But it was somewhere
It must be better said king rat

But the wall,
the wall has fallen said Prince rat
lets run
Which direction said King rat
Where is the land of milk and honey

Queen Rat replied
Fuck milk and honey
You daft cunt
I want social housing, benefits, free childcare etc
So off the ran
From the frying pan

But the fire was hot
Queen rat said,
lets go back to the sewer
But Ukrainians are now in the sewer
Lets get Putin to clean the sewer said queen rat

Needs a bit of work but rachmaninoff 3 was not composed in a day

But more Poles fled into German hands after the collapse of the wall, than did fighting for their freedom in 1939

Side of Ham 9:25 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
*DEFLECTION TACTIC ALERT*

The Stoat 9:23 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Hammer and Pickle 2:57 Sun Dec 22


;-)

Hammer and Pickle 9:11 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Debra kadabra, say she's a witch,
Shit-ass charlotte, ain't that a bitch?
Debra kadabra, haw that's rich.
June, a rancho granny,
Shook her wrinkled fanny
Shoes are too tight and pointed
Ankles sorta puffin' out
Cause me to shout:
Oh debra algebra ebneezra kadabra
Witch goddess, witch goddess of lankershim boulevard.
Cover my entire bodice, with avon cologna.
And drive me to some relative's house, in east l.a. (foogadah! ? )
(just till my skin clears up)
Turn it to channel thirteen,
And maybe watch the rubber tongue, when it comes out
From the puffed, and flanulent mexican rubbergoods mask.
Next time they show the brnokka
Make me buy the flosser.
Make me grow brainiac fingers.
But with more hair!
(but with more hair)
Make me kiss your turquoise jewelry.
Emboss me.
Rub the hot front part of my head,
With rented unguents
Give me bas relief!
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.
If she casts a spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
If she casts a spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Oh, hear this!
Learn the pachuco hop, and let me twirl you!
Learn the pachuco hop, and let me twirl you!
Oh debra fauntleroy magnesium kadabra! take me with you!
Don't you want any a these?
Source: LyricFind

arsene york-hunt 6:51 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
I wish I was a chestnut tree,
nourished by the sun,
with leaves and twigs and branches,
and conkers by the ton.

From Hancock's Half Hour
by Galton and Simpson

SurfaceAgentX2Zero 4:20 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Never mind the squeals of passion
stick it up her reindeer fashion.

Hammer and Pickle 3:57 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone

Hammer and Pickle 2:57 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Ha ha ha ha!

Made me laugh anyway Stoat.

The Stoat 2:35 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
There was a young man from Japan
His poems would never quite scan
When asked why this was
He said it’s because
I always try and fit as many words in the last line as I ever possibly can

arsene york-hunt 1:42 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
There was a young man called Dave
Who found a dead whore in a cave,
It took lots of pluck,
To give her a fuck,
But think of the money he'd save.

Darby_ 4:23 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Fish shop
How cold the lips
of salted bream

gph 4:21 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll DESERVE A CAKE

isca hammer 3:46 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my ....


SON !!!

isca hammer 3:46 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

isca hammer 3:45 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

isca hammer 3:45 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

Sydney_Iron 3:30 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
The German Guns, By Private S. Baldrick.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,

Boom, Boom, Boom

Hear the words I sing,

War's a horrid thing,

So I sing sing sing...ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Leonard Hatred 3:25 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
FMOB

Alfie 2:49 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Apple boozin

Young apples make Appletize Tom
Aged ones makes cider that pongs
Zoider drunk in large barrels
Appley quarrels, very long
Few pints of pippin
Before you know it
Fucking dripping
Off your tits in
A roit westcoontry
Packle: apple trippin

Tomshardware 2:20 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
We are all but apples in the cider press of life
You see the early turns do not touch apples
But the intention is there, slowly but surely
The block comes down on us all.

The following year the tree bears fruit again.
We might not be there to see it but it will happen regardless.

WHU(Exeter) 2:00 Sun Dec 22
Re: Poetry
Zeb, whose that?...e.e.cummings?

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