Me and Elroyjones have a crazy idea. Tomorrow we should start a new trend called: Dr. Seuss Day. We all have to spend the whole day typing only in rhymes. And that means posts and comments.
Think about it. Those of you who do it with us will be confusing the heck out of those who have no idea what is going on. It is simple, elegant, and diabolically evil. People will be wondering why so many people are doing this silly thing. And we will not tell anybody why unless they join up. So let me know if you want to do this. And then spread the word.
Pouring My Art Out 
This is going to be a lot of fun!
Umm… it was…
It was then, you know.
But maybe now, not so.
Your intent got bent.
At the moment, you’re mired in scatological briars and nettles.
I’ll leave now and come back later, when all the blue dust settles.
Not being Seuss apropo; Horton and his Whos now must go
Bye
Well slithered in at the last minute!
I am so behind on my emails — sorry I missed it!
Trust me… you might be better off… and you can go and read the whole thing in the 4 poem post… but I wouldn’t recommend it…
I guess I will!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’ll be cautious — not too much culture shock, I hope!
I would opt for curling up with a good book and a glass of wine having experienced it ex post facto.
Read about it in the history books.
If so, hopefully we won’t be doomed to repeat it.
Doomed is the word.
I can’t explain it any better than I did,
Bob likes.
Er…you go first.
In my thirst to go first I might burst!
Okay, gross mental image.
ha
I have to wonder how in God’s name does spell check find a word “nuse” I have never heard of to pass off as okay instead of “muse?” Just shoot me now.
I caught that
I thought it was phat
it didn’t fall flat
like something you shat
Hiddinsight
Just might
Still write
Tonight.
Although pugnacious
She can be gracious
She’s quite the poet.
Don’t you know it?
She writes with such flare
As she lays her soul bare.
Most is unique and exotic.
While some is erotic and quixotic..
My inspiring nuse,
Kicked me loose.
Now I can’t write
Try as I might.
I can’t seem to focus
Or find a locus
Creativity refuses.
Emotion confuses.
“Purpose” as topic
Has me myopic.
I won’t stop.
Try “til I drop.
A poetic slave
Unto the grave.
I’ll keep trying
Though my brain is frying.
I’ll keep fighting.
When finished writing,
I will have won.
I will be “Done!”
Ha… you said inspiring nuse
are you sure you didn’t mean inspiring noose?
But that was awesome
a big flowery blossom
I’ll throw my hat in the ring as long as I can bring a little ring and insert it into my thing. Otherwise, this is a sound plan.
I have already started
uh… hey, who farted…
What is that that we did hear: is it a pun?
No, it is the sound of poop poetry and burning nuns
I am glad that we have come to the lowest common denominator
“Denominator?” he asks. “I don’t even know her!”
I did a pun about a nun who had some fun and had to run
I will give you a point if you roll up and send me a joint.
TRENT
I must vent
you’ve gone and went
into the gutter and out of the tent
you speak of bringing
a cock ring thing in-
-to the very beginning
of a Suess-ious sing in
pouringmyartout
should give a shoutout
to naughty posters who may cause fallout
from tender ears and eyes and noses
if you gonna talk like that first give him some roses
I think she just kicked it up a notch
right into my tender crotch
sorry, was aiming
to temper the flaming
of canada’s shaming
and dirty refraining
of rings used for gaming
on parts that need taming
a visual framing
my mind’s eye straining
to see if restraining
from such talk of maiming
his dickusmus, draining
i can’t help complaining
no way of ascertaining
of which way he leans…left or right.
🙂
We must not relent
From battling Trent
The words that he sent
The rhymes that he bent
I wouldn’t pay a cent
Or give it up for Lent
In his head put a dent
Because he’s no gent
I know what you meant
Our anger unpent
In his smelly tent
Wherever he went
On his nun-beaver bent
(shout out to Rhonda for dickusmus draining)
she put the boys to shame with that one line
but this Dr. Suess thingy sounds just fine
he’ll be perverted and somewhat footloose
with nuns to puns and moose to goose
but in the end the beavers will flamingly rise
and burn your butt with a great big “surprise!”
WwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwWwW
what? lol
waves… I am drowning in waves… of shitty self-pity… and nothing else saves
oh sweety, don’t give up now
look over at that happy brown cow
he doesn’t have spots, he doesn’t care
he’ll help you shit just about anywhere
but even he draws the line at nuns morals
and agrees we should tie off your balls
Many have tried
My balls are untied
untried?
was that a typo?
It says tied… untied
lol right over your head…. 😉
Set the bar higher than that
bellybutton?
At least that high.. or low…
Thanks for the shout Shards of DuBois
besting the besties is my foi gras
i’ll put up with the monkeys, gooses, and mooses
i’ll even tender my own feet for doing footlooses
but what i will NoT do is anymore punning
on those ladies of God, those nunerable nunlings
Lewin and Pouring his Little Ol Heart Out
should find a new quarry to shite on and carve out
or those defenseless pre-saints with black satin sashes
will carve up their nuts after giving 10 lashes!
Rather than have you think of us as beasts
I think we should move on to making fun of priests
beasts i said not
you must have forgot
how to read the letters i put in that pot
now take out the A that you added so crudely
and then add an I and an E, stir rudely
and you get what i said…BESTIES not BEASTIES
now go, 10 hail mary’s, and then have a feastie.
(oi)
I didn’t misread it, or mistreat it
I need a beast to rhyme with my priest.
oh you rake you
changing mine to suit you
as so they should, you are so right
those two need carving up tonight
lets call a town meeting and string em up
I need nuts for my banana bread, about a cup
banana bread, how apropos
a lovely shaped fruit as far as fruit goes
lets take a vote on which nuts are best
canada’s own or shall art’s be the test
one’s likely mushy with age and bad diet
the other a babe but who knows, we can try it
i’ll bring the rope
you bring the snippers
we’ll make short work of it
then go have a nipper
lol you’re on it
like Blue Bonnet
lets see how the boys vote
its such a heavy tote
I’m sure they’d lighten the load
if only they knew it was appropoad
oh, i have not a doubt
they’d not vote but they’d pout
for how can either
be a friend and survivor
to save their mate’s nuts
while keeping theirs tucked
safely away from our snipping and snapping
they’d sooner go running like doggies a yapping
Do what you must, and do what you gotta
You wont use us as your human pinata
we will if we want and you can’t stop us
cause we’re smarter by far than the smartest cock-es
we’ll snip and we’ll snap and we’ll nip and we’ll winkle
’til the last drop of fluid doeth drop from your tinkle
You will need a samurai sword to hack
Your way into my mighty sack!
get em Rhonda, quick with the bat
smack him silly, you know where at
knock him out, he’s got a wicked slash
we’ll sell em on ebay for some quick cash
Okay… seriously… let’s tone down the blood and violence just a wee bit…
chicken chicken yes he is
running around holding his
wanking wallies in his hand
sceered shitless by two girls with a plan
This is going to be one of those parties that you look back on and wondered ‘what the hell did I do?’
Ya think?
sigh… did I have a lampshade on my head?
Sorry friend. I can’t say I’ve never been caught up in the moment and later questioned some of the choices made. “Dan, please report to the principal’s office.” It coulda, woulda, shoulda been more fun but it go out of hand, especially when I shoved the jar of peanut butter onto the teacher’s doorknob in front of so many other onlookers. Now you find yourself wondering why you didn’t throw the rowdies out of the house before they made such a mess of the folks house and why your friends didn’t step in for you. As I typed this last sentence, I felt some shame myself. I left the party when maybe I should have stayed and spoken up and helped my friend clean the house before everyone else saw the mess. I apologize for not stepping up when you needed help. Friends don’t let their friends blog drunk to shamelessly purloin from MADD. It wasn’t characteristic of you to let it go for so long so I should have known you needed a phone call from the folks to see how things were going at home in their absence. Forgive me for not seeing the need for a timely intervention. Friends help friends get beyond their mistakes. It was a fun idea. We should give it another try later. When you first started it I had a very long rhyme about how nothing was happening with the idea. I had two screens running so I could google rhyme ideas and accidentally googled from the comment page. ARRRRRG. Lost it all. Probably an hours work. Had to recreate the hiddinsight poem that she never saw. The stuff about the lack of participation was really inspired too. I have had that happen before when I don’t remember to compose in Word and paste into the box. When I create in the heat of the moment like that I find it impossible to go back and recreate satisfactorily so I just let it go. Breaks by heart though. I’v lost a lot of very good stuff to an too quick errant key stroke.
I hold no one to blame. I should have just stepped back and let it happen, but trying to leap in and choreograph the dance from the middle was just impossible. But it is all good. The bottles are mostly cleaned up and the few puddles of vomit are drying and I will just scrape them up later.
already am…lol….I’m SO ASHAMED!!! I just hope the kind sweet innocent followers I have, didn’t hop over here and see what I was writing yesterday…lol I usually save that stuff for my comedy routines… 🙂
There are reports of 36 faintings, two heart attacks, a divorce, 16 broken bones, an escaped monkey running around the city, I have been pulling under garments down from the chandeliers for hours now, and the smell or urine and vomit might never go away. Also, Satan called and he wants his left horn back.
satan is the least of your worries, the nuns are on the hunt!!!
I hear the Pope is really pissed…
you’re in deep doodoo now, he even thinks gays should be allowed to marry! (me too) lol
I am warming up to the guy.
I still say keep an ear out for those dangling rosary beads….those girls can hide in dark corners and such! 😉
Got it.
Took a look at your poetry site. Definitely a different personality there.
no, same personality, just raised with beastly boys, and have a whopping filthy sense of humor! I just don’t unleash it on my blog, due to it being devoted mostly to God. HE has a sense of humor, but alot of my followers do not! hehehe
So what am I, chopped liver?
See. Now you went back to that cutting and hacking of body parts. Will you ever learn?
I am incorrigible.
ground beef possibly, or most likely snausages!!!
Okay then.
I have corrupted yet another innocent!
hey now
ho now
here we go now
banana nuts… and chicken butts
sorry, I’m allergic to chicken butts
wheres my hatchet for quick cuts
Are you going to whack off a chicken butt?
This is a brand new kind of smut
get your scrawny butt out of the gutter
you make my dimples jiggle and flutter
I’d buy him a cadillac
And a ripped up bum sac
If only he would tickle my ring
My delicate down-there jewellery thing
But he ignore plain old me
He sucks, and that’s a fact you see
wait all day
for you to say
what you thought
of what i brought
to the party
you stinkin’ smarty
and after waiting
an ti ci pa ting
this is all we get from you?
he sucks and that a fact…boo hoo!
???
i will wait to rhyme orange.
So far this idea seems to have gathered very little steam… but I may just have to carry on anyway.
I think it’s a great idea!!!! being I’m from the home of Dr. Seuss……. Springfield Mass. there is a Dr. Seuss museum in downtown Springfield. Google it there maybe pictures… to add to your theme. good luck and have fun with it. 🙂
I hope it works out.
time sublime, is lime on a mine that’s cold so he sold his toad…
Not yet…
Mr. chet
sigh…
but don’t cry cause laugh i’ll try
Okay, keep warming up.
ha i’m here all week! 😉
Good to know.
😉
This idea is bizarre, but I like it so far. Has this already been asked…how long will it last? When I have some more time, I’ll come back for more rhyme…
Save some of it for tomorrow… but that was good…
I know. Doesn’t it show? 😀
You are incorrigible…
That doesn’t rhyme. Stop wasting my time!
In your magic dirigible?
😀