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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
 Posted - 04/21/2005 : 04:05:52
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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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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 10:32:29
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floop
= Wannabe Volunteer =
Mexico
15297 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 11:42:09
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The young priest moved pianos
Mopped sawdust from searing brow
His parents were both sopranos |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 12:35:49
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A Hitler Youth, he's a pope now
which brings us to
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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
 I still believe in the excellent joy of the Catholics |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 16:30:42
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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
I was all out of luck, like a duck that died. I was all out of juice, like a moose denied. |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:03:59
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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 |
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floop
= Wannabe Volunteer =
Mexico
15297 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:41:42
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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
their bedposts they were a notching |
Edited by - floop on 04/21/2005 19:53:56 |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 19:58:53
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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
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. |
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2005 : 21:23:21
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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
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 |
Edited by - starmekitten on 04/21/2005 22:28:52 |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 08:08:23
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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
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 |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 13:43:56
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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
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. |
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Little Black Francis
> Teenager of the Year <
3648 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 15:57:20
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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
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! |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 16:46:00
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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
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. |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 16:49:08
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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
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 |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/22/2005 : 20:44:41
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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
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. |
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 04/23/2005 : 17:17:53
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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
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. |
Edited by - starmekitten on 04/23/2005 17:18:47 |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/23/2005 : 21:27:33
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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
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. |
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floop
= Wannabe Volunteer =
Mexico
15297 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 03:19:31
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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
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? |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 10:07:13
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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
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. |
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 11:04:03
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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
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. |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 11:17:02
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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
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. |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 16:40:28
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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
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 |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 18:43:42
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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
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." |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2005 : 20:53:34
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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
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? |
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 04/25/2005 : 11:56:35
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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
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. |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 18:22:50
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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
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. |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 20:46:34
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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
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? |
Edited by - danjersey on 04/27/2005 20:51:09 |
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darwin
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
5454 Posts |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 22:45:48
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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
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 |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 04/27/2005 : 22:52:50
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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
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'! |
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 00:57:49
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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
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 |
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 12:08:22
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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
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! |
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VoVat
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
USA
9168 Posts |
Posted - 04/28/2005 : 17:06:55
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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
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. |
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epic poem about nothing or something or whatever
