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Re: Neverthink, Dr. Watson
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Freddy the Pig 2
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Re: Neverthink, Dr. Watson
What the @#%$ do you mean, HTML comments not allowed? I'll HTML <em>your</em> comments! Who's doing this? I bet it's Mathman! We never should have let him be a moderator, it's gone to his head.
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Re: Neverthink, Dr. Watson
<blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr>How do you know this stuff isn't my serious writing for publication?[/quote]I submitted all the poems on this thread to the French Journal "Internationale Glace (Dept. of Ice Poetry)" -- known in the trade as French Jiggy-dip, but you know that, of course. They accepted all of them for publication, but the referees asked if I would write an expanded and improved version of your concise gem "I am Lar."
I am Lar.
Lar-I-Are.
That Lar-I-Are, that Lar-I-Are,
I do not like that Lar-I-Are!
<em>But do you like Michelle a lot?</em>
I do, I do, the babe is hot!
<em>And would you like her in a car?</em>
As certain as your name is Lar!
<em>And would you like her in a box?</em>
By all the gold that's in Fort Knox!
<em>And would you like her on a boat?</em>
The image keeps this shoat afloat!
<em>And would you, could you, on a plane?</em>
Diana's loss, the Mile High's gain!
<em>And would you like her here or there?</em>
I would like her here and there,
Her up and down, her everywhere,
Her this and that, her near and far.
Thank you, thank you, Lar-I-Are.
Freddy
<blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr>How do you know this stuff isn't my serious writing for publication?[/quote]I submitted all the poems on this thread to the French Journal "Internationale Glace (Dept. of Ice Poetry)" -- known in the trade as French Jiggy-dip, but you know that, of course. They accepted all of them for publication, but the referees asked if I would write an expanded and improved version of your concise gem "I am Lar."
I am Lar.
Lar-I-Are.
That Lar-I-Are, that Lar-I-Are,
I do not like that Lar-I-Are!
<em>But do you like Michelle a lot?</em>
I do, I do, the babe is hot!
<em>And would you like her in a car?</em>
As certain as your name is Lar!
<em>And would you like her in a box?</em>
By all the gold that's in Fort Knox!
<em>And would you like her on a boat?</em>
The image keeps this shoat afloat!
<em>And would you, could you, on a plane?</em>
Diana's loss, the Mile High's gain!
<em>And would you like her here or there?</em>
I would like her here and there,
Her up and down, her everywhere,
Her this and that, her near and far.
Thank you, thank you, Lar-I-Are.
Freddy
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Re: Freddy Sings the Blues
"Them Old Exfoliatin' Blues"
Well I got myself up this mornin'
To hear Michelle talk on the TV
Yeah I got my butt up this mornin'
To see if Michelle would show some panty
But when the yentas started sex talkin'
They drowned out Michelle with all their squawkin', oh yeah
Well I kept on listenin' to the TV
To hear Michelle's views on The View
Yes I kept on listenin' to that old TV
Shelley gave her answers right on cue,
But when she said the ladies stay alive from bleeding
Whoa, I got them old exfoliating blues!
Well I listened for something dirty
I listened for something blue
I hoped Michelle would talk panties
The way Starr Jones talks Payless shoes!
Whoa, yeah! I got them old exfoliating blues!
No matter how I try I'm gonna die
A man who can't even exfoliate his shoes
Michelle ain't never gonna want me
She's got her hockey man
He knows how to whack a puck
The way that I just never can
If Shelley knew her physics
I know she'd want me bad
Even though deep in my soul
I'm a Cosmological Thinkin' cad!
Whoa, lord! What am I gonna do?
Every time I think of me and Shelley
I get them old Heisenbergian Planck's Constant exfoliatin' ....BLUUUUUES!
Rgirl
"Them Old Exfoliatin' Blues"
Well I got myself up this mornin'
To hear Michelle talk on the TV
Yeah I got my butt up this mornin'
To see if Michelle would show some panty
But when the yentas started sex talkin'
They drowned out Michelle with all their squawkin', oh yeah
Well I kept on listenin' to the TV
To hear Michelle's views on The View
Yes I kept on listenin' to that old TV
Shelley gave her answers right on cue,
But when she said the ladies stay alive from bleeding
Whoa, I got them old exfoliating blues!
Well I listened for something dirty
I listened for something blue
I hoped Michelle would talk panties
The way Starr Jones talks Payless shoes!
Whoa, yeah! I got them old exfoliating blues!
No matter how I try I'm gonna die
A man who can't even exfoliate his shoes
Michelle ain't never gonna want me
She's got her hockey man
He knows how to whack a puck
The way that I just never can
If Shelley knew her physics
I know she'd want me bad
Even though deep in my soul
I'm a Cosmological Thinkin' cad!
Whoa, lord! What am I gonna do?
Every time I think of me and Shelley
I get them old Heisenbergian Planck's Constant exfoliatin' ....BLUUUUUES!
Rgirl
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