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i know you never feel this way but...
This is off his stand-up from 2002, his funniest he ever did.
A poetic rendition of Henry Cecil’s story “The Name.” If you take your precious time and read this, you will find it entertaining, at least I hope so. Thank you in advance.
Poetry in Motion? Soph xx
Where do you go, what do you do, when there's a hole inside your shoe ..and the rain is just pouring down on you Feet simply wet socks soaking, too "Look positive" people tell you but they ain't got rain in their shoe.
Just tinkering...having an ODD 5 minutes...lol...xxx
Well..I don't KNOW! called today: Where are you?? Its six o clock who cares I can't decide... I'm not going are you going? Wait, I think I'll go are you going? ok..we'll stay home where's the cat I have 3 dollars What was your name? I'm
LOL....Not me....XXX
A soft gentle rain fell so had to keep my rain gear on. It looks so damn funny; the silly riding cape, the Harley biker chain, those little rubbers on my shoes, and the hat, oh my the hat. All so regulation all so 1950’s just climbed down off
LOL I think it's funny but my friends at work told me this is bad dead joke.. Y_Y lol so I just try post it here too... lol just wanna prove that my friends told me lies or my joke is really dead..+_+ LOL
"...yesterday at 2!"(a.m.that is) Thinking how it's said the "official" time change occurs at 2 a.m., and jokes about getting up at 2 a.m. just to change the clocks(as opposed to changing them at an "unofficial" hour, such as before going to bed, or after waking up in the morning....) ..(maybe I should've called it "the blonde's totally clueless time idea" lol)
David, A bachelor? Why, when Mona Lisa is not taken? Is he not drawn by her amazing beauty, and the innocence in her eyes? Her closed lips silent, never to lie. Is he among those who laud her creator? Tell me David, are you that guy,
Incorrigible, ‘tis said am I! Perhaps, but I am wondering which adjective definition to apply to determine what is my condition. beyond correction, bad impervious to constraints, me? or, firmly fixed, not easily changed as a habit bad or go
A shortened version of Tom Lehrer's famous song, thought of it because yesterday was the first day of spring, and I saw rain and a few robins, no pigions!
save that cork, I may need it...
My entry into this weekends competition
My sister and I, when together are still just as silly as we ever were ! Some of us never out-grow silly, but who wants to anyway ?...We have too much fun, but mum's the word on who the guilty party was. I'll never tell.. Sisters just don't snitch on each other. Oh I guess 1 small hint can't hurt..it wasn't me.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Parts_of_a_Bell.jpg sometimes love rings, sometimes it clangs
It's a lovely cute cat!! lol Meowww --- you can find it as 'ecard' also, I just created it today! lol ...just in case, you wanna send to someone you like.. Meow! lol
Aha!...holiday season is approaching...soon we will be invaded by thousands of Grockles....lol....Andrew...xxx
I'm tired LOL
Just following Mac's lead in faerie tales....Hope this qualifies...LOL...Andrew...xxx
Phew- Limericks are hard to stomach, if you ask me...
I lie awake most every night Trying to sleep is my only plight Staring at the ceiling, laid in my bed Many thought run through my head So to my GP my symptom I described Sleeping tablets the doctor prescribed No longer worrying about staying
My friends came round the other day I suggested a card game we could play The only deck that we could find Where Tarot cards, we did not mind I got a full house, felt excited inside But on winning the hand, four people died.
A face that only a mother could love Hair that is matted and full of fleas I would have likened your voice to a dove If it didn’t sound like snapping trees A body that’s curved in all the wrong places Covered with hair from your head to your t
A limerick I thought I would write Since St Patricks day is alright It was all going fine Until the fifth line A schizophrenic decided to date But he failed to capture a mate He said, "I know that its bad, But I don't feel too sad.
Giving up smoking is easy. Done it dozens of times...
I know that you are here I sense your presence near hidden from my sight i’ll not give up my plight I don’t know where you hide but time is on my side I’ll search the whole place through Eventually I’ll find you The world turned upside do
I'm gonna go downtown I'm gonna see my gal I'm gonna sing her a son I'm gonna show her my Ding Dong
Real friends don't let you post when you are 'stoned'
I'd really love to see one and go for a 'ride'.
Just a compilation of some speeches I've heard on different award shows, Fiona Apple, Will Smith, The guy in American Pie, the woman who swore this year at the oscars.
recipe not needed, allow to cool before serving
uh...is something wrong officer?...I didn't see a sign back there...
i like the fact that hermit crabs come into a poetry room merely to make everyone AWARE that there is a woman, alone but who claims not to be lonely....bull! you may know her by her obviating, oblivious and obscure comments she feels compelled to leave for less than mdiocre poets. Then again, the night life in midwest Florida i'm certain is filled with poetic type people, beginning with you, if i ever see another poem of yours posted yet! (IF I AM THINKING OF YOU, NO MATTER HOW OVERWHELMINGLY HURTFUL THOSE THOUGHTS ARE, IT STILL MEANS I'M THINKING OF YOU...read any of my e-mails but for the one you could use as ammunition
...And this is what happens when you try something complicated- and forget were you have seen your head last... Part 1 is the continuation; Part 2 the rest... Happy hunting for the other pieces!
Sir Rambeaux was one of these men: No brain to speak of- which was then no hindrance if one was a knight- for all one had to do was fight. But fights- they were short in supply: To get one, one had to apply by letter to the Minister for war (.
Please note that shortly after the Queens demise her successors re-instated the rules and regulations laid down in the ‘Book of Brand-New Laws’, but that they replaced the prescribed jail-terms with a hunting-tax, since this proved to be more profitable- the dungeons underneath the royal castle having long since been converted to archival stores for the tax office. Licenses for hunting mythical creatures are obtainable from the ministry for war (and for the sinister!) for a modest fee. Provided you survive the battle with the red-tape… Oh- and please do not inundate me with letters of protest; I assure you that no mythical creatures were harmed in the making of this poem. Any complaints should be filed with the ‘Department for the protection of mythical creatures’ and will be processed (in due time, of course) by the highly efficient staff there (for a modest fee, of course…) Thank you for reading this poem- Have a nice century! (The Author) (PS: You should try reading part 1 first... It makes sooo much more sense...)
Just checking to make sure everyone is awake out there. lol
...Was it something I said...?
I was a good idea at the time but now I'm not so sure.
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