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| starmekitten |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 04:05:52
one line per post. rhyme if you like, don't if you don't.
no particular style, nice and random we like it.
The young priest moved pianos
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. |
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| VoVat |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 17:06:55
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces?
I need a place for my sorrows to lay
Now I'm screaming 'Hey, hey, hey'!
my fetal position has gone astray
<Groucho Marx cigar wiggle>
if this doesn't stop, it could go on all day!
After the rhyming had ended, we went down to the store
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| apl4eris |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 12:08:22
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces?
I need a place for my sorrows to lay
Now I'm screaming 'Hey, hey, hey'!
my fetal position has gone astray
<Groucho Marx cigar wiggle>
if this doesn't stop, it could go on all day!
 Let the Klugman revolution begin! |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 00:57:49
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces?
I need a place for my sorrows to lay
Now I'm screaming 'Hey, hey, hey'!
my fetal position has gone astray
 when there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 22:52:50
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces?
I need a place for my sorrows to lay
Now I'm screaming 'Hey, hey, hey'! |
| darwin |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 22:45:48
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces?
I need a place for my sorrows to lay |
| danjersey |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 20:46:34
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
do you have a room for my two faces? |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 18:22:50
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
And I haven't got all day!
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| apl4eris |
Posted - 04/25/2005 : 11:56:35
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say?
Look at me! I'm an early mammal!
We smoke while we flip the bird. |
| danjersey |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 20:53:34
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow."
what to say? |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 18:43:42
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town
Screaming 'Wow, wow, wow." |
| danjersey |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 16:40:28
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
when both were run out of town |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 11:17:02
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Until the third day of Passover
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 11:04:03
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
and each would do the other down
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 10:07:13
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now?
I once knew a man with two faces
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| floop |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 03:19:31
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
who needs that now? |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/23/2005 : 21:27:33
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
CHORUS: Wow! Wow! Wow!
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 04/23/2005 : 17:17:53
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
And the fluids on his brain
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 20:44:41
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun
By the boy with the chisel in his nose
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 16:49:08
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
Under Saturn's oily sun |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 16:46:00
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
In the days when the world was young
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| Little Black Francis |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 15:57:20
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
Were all carved on the walls of the great vagina
 Nu Metal Sucks! |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 13:43:56
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
The black heart of the golden gecko
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| kathryn |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 08:08:23
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
The huddled Emperor penguins in the Martian rain
 I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 21:23:21
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
The cold womb of the virgin
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
(edit) keep changing my mind |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:58:53
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching
But they all turned blue
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| floop |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:41:42
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
their bedposts they were a notching |
| kathryn |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:03:59
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
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The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
Beckett, Sartre and Nietzsche, too
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics |
| VoVat |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 16:30:42
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
The potato's eyes were watching
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
| kathryn |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 12:35:49
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
which brings us to
....
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos
A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics |
| floop |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 11:42:09
The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos |
| Carl |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 10:32:29
Mopped sawdust from searing brow |
