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Too late, too late, too late The Wombat gruffly cried Rushing from burrow to burrow Looking for it's mate Who, who ,who The Owl did refrain Please don't forget me For I am coming too What a racket, what a noise Pondered the old Roo One
Go on! Tell me you never raid Juniors Goodie bag ! Yeah Right !! He sees folks droppin' whole candy bars in there. But come mornin' when you let him check out his treasures THEY'RE ALL GONE !!!
Just having fun with Limericks folks new to this.
Says it all
hmmm...file under inspiration, nature, or food?
Three nuns are learning to play darts First nun throws three twenties Second throws forty Third nun throws hers darts and misses So she lets the second nun stand near the dart board to check her aim She throws her darts again One dart m
There'd be no romance Us both together would visit no beach Better thirst and hunger that's for what she choose ahead of me We'd allow for tiffin when in every home 'pon a wall Mickey Rooney some picture hung
Theft By Thought I daydream, a penny for my thoughts in fact they come in fits and stops! I think, only to see what I can find, though there is nothing on my mind! I ponder, I think I have the answer, I question my answer, then I w
mad as a hatter in spring the march hair frolicking out of the ground like jack in a box easter bunny pops up hopping and skipping through daisies fair lillies and daffodils everywhere easter eggs he is a giving to little children everywher
Macie, my chocolate lab and sparkle have a love/hate relationship. One moment they are chasing each other around the house and outside and the next they are curled up sleeping side by side.
An accident happened to my brother Jim When somebody threw a tomatoe at him Tomatoes are soft and usually don't hurt the skin But this one a 'specially packed in a tin! :-)
A question mark hangs overhead, on all we've done, and all we've said, true to me or true to you, colour brown or colour blue, action stations on red alert, time to flee,,,there's no rebirth engage, .......mach three.
What is more boring than dying? It’s a terrible waste of time: lying there twiddling my eyebrows or dreaming up words that might rhyme. Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’ or swear repenting remorse or scream for succour or sanctum or plead for
Close to dawn well before the first slivers of sun you already foresaw with a shiver of glee what a wonderful day it was going to be so why do a repeat? Because towards twilight there'll be double-delight in the pro
In a Tehran hotel I asked for a room “a small one if possible please” A young man with keys escorted me up a couple of flights selected a door and went in He told me the price and concealing my shock I decided on saving my face by requesting
I wrote this in High school, Well not really wrote it...It was words on magnets on Gravitys Fridge. I just put them in the right order i guess.
Having a go at this was fun......
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and eyes so pressed ganged was I on a leathery ship that lived in a pocket on the side of her hip and life wasn't easy and life wasn't hard it was tough bedding
The amoeba has a special life because technically it never really dies, it just splits in half, unless of course the pond dries up!
Well on the day that paddy and mary were to wed marys family found him tucked up in his bed eventually with much protest he finally made the church though he fully intended to leave her in the lurch you see he loved his freedom but he just c
Old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To fetch her dog a bone When she got their The cupboard was bare So the dog gave her A bone of his own
Just having some fun
just a bit on nonsense
I look in the mirror and what do I see Surely that image cannot be me My eyes are still blue and my hair is still blonde Of those little wrinkles I'm not very fond Oh mirror mirror on the wall Tell me my looks are not fading at all Lie to me lo
pumped up with helium blowing insane mad quack quack red rag to a bull pork chops had a meeting today flipping over backwards sending out invitions who was not invited pictures prove fate of fellow duck on the chopping block frothing
I am also on a Chinese match-making site and in the first week I received 150 plus admirer's letters. Poor women, they are so desperate to get married (again). I wrote this poem starting from the double meaning of people (lonely people vs. people's commune, an administrative unit in Mao's China).
Q: How do you stop a lawyer from drowning? A: Shoot him before he hits the water. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Q: Why have scientists started using lawyers for experiments instead of rats? A: They don't become so attached to the lawyers.
A cute little poem about Halloween.
just a view.......lol! Sophia
Goofy take on what it's like to see someone for the first time... Don't lie guys you do it too.
Damn those words....they can get so noisy
Ladies and Gentlemen , friends and poets please do not watch the horrific videos below if you have a weak or sensitive hearts and compassion for these kind quacking animals unless your Plucky or Liam than I am laughing in a very sinister laugh. I have posted videos of Pluckys demise and of his twin brothers. http://youtu.be/jAyFxY4Ntxw http://youtu.be/0xzRKjAiWpY http://youtu.be/Yp6dDXTVDkA
Ah a little smile for the day cheers all :) Some fun with the honey do list:) lol.
Swords of wit slicing Haiku confetti summer Settling bits and bytes
My Great-Grandfather used to read this to me as a boy.
A somewhat inflammatory gesture from an old male chauvinist,now reformed I hope. The submissive trait lingers in many women as evinced by the popularity of certain publications.
Once a pun a TIm e.. ¥ 2 +9 ------- = 4 ANy wa y. On ce a pond a t ime a wom@n went to LIVE I n thE woods She ESCAPED from the IRS.. $ She said thE IRS was a Whore$ She traveled dow n a Narrow path And a green Chicken chewe
Oh! The ways of woman ... I have been used as a Boy Toy and then thrown away! Boo Hoo!
On his way coming home A trailer papa pig rented To load all things from in house Across the street to be moving The beds, the lounge, all dining room And even the TV was loaded Not a thing was left behind Except three cups, plates and spoon
The temptation to take up Macduff5's challenge is strong. I started thinking of being Jamaican but filed it for another time
It's in my head still .
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