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All of these things you are to me
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Pouring My Art Out 
You fking bogart, hand that to me!
ha
THAT does not rhyme
time out time
for you broke the rules
now must be schooled
so just there scheming
and wanking and dreaming
and write on the blackboard 100 times
i’m sorry i’m sorry for forgetting to rhyme!
I invent the rules, so I can break ’em
Or when I wish, I can forsake ’em
true they are your rules
and this is your house
but we look at you
as the cat does the mouse
only you’re food for our brains
not for our mouths
so when this cat thinks
this mouse not worth eating
this cat can’t help but think he is cheating
mother nature of her due
we need our brain-food
we do, yes we do
so fluff up your fur and wind up your tail
this cat’s a coming
riding the rail
back on track to rhyming relations
come on mouse…do it for nations
of fat cats and thin cats and cats of all sizes
be the mouse that shares his cash and prizes
feed us
🙂 meow
For every one of these you rhyme
I had to do it 50 times
My head is spinning, my back is sore
My fingers are bleeding all over the floor
I took a break, for goodness sake
You wouldn’t want my brain to bake
well, for goodness sake….no.
bless ya
But this was fun, wasn’t it? It got a little crazy, but we smacked the crap out of those rhymes.
no kidding. it’s amazing how easy it is to get sucked into that mindset…i was stepping time all day! was a blast tho…thanks for indulging.
Will you stroke my goatee?
I will not stroke it with a goat
I will not stroke it in a coat
not her or there
that unsightly hair
I will not stroke it anywhere
Hahahahahahaha.
This goatee that I’ve nurtured and coaxed
Shall one day shine forth and be suitably stroked
It will be stroked in a tree, whilst I’m eating pie
A lady will stroke this goatee like demand outweighs supply
So there
That facial growth, that hairy thing
Upon no lady shall be seen to swing
If you wish the ladies’ hearts to win
Grow a soul patch on your chin
If life is a prison can I be your parolee?
I think your heart had best be hardened
It’s unlikely that you will get pardoned
You’re great company, can I be your franchisee?
I am sure you can be that
You have to wear a paper hat
If I have to wear a paper hat
Can I also wear an eye patch
And fantasise I’m a pirate
If not then I predict a riot
I can also chop off your leg
replace it with a wooden peg
Cover your arms with bad tattoos
And give you a parrot that sings the blues
Well that sounds just dandy
You may as well count me in
I’ll sing you a suitable sea shanty
Show me the wenches and I’ll sign on the dotted line
Your rhymes are as swishy as a Portuguese missy
She can get swishy with me any day
ha
Can I get down in your south seas?
That wasn’t bad, you did your best
You obviously want to steal her chest
I pine for you more than a fir tree.
A tree of fir
for sure, for sure
to whir and blur
like a whimpering cur
Get out of my way – I need to pee!
sweet
But only when I’m drunk you see
You are on a roll
Light of my life and life of my light
Star of my day and dream of my night
All of these things you are to me
But a window you’re not, move..can’t see
BTW…you and Trent need to take this show on the road. 🙂
I like that line
It works just fine
we’ve just begun
this should be fun
I just can’t wait until we’re done
already you hasten
to empty the basin
of witty repartee
and rhyminous glee?
I have many other blogs to read
And rhyming on all of them might make me bleed
i know what your saying
i’m rhyming and swaying
in rhythm and rhyme
all of the time
STOP
It is hard to sound smart
when you rhyme words like fart
and even worse
when it become a curse
of farting and shitting in my hat and my purse
Say it clear or with a stutter
I have dragged my blog down in the gutter
n’ere truer words have been spoken
to say it’s clean would be a joke an’
now your covered in poop and pee
all i can say…best you not me!
Now I see, it is quite clear
Exactly what transpired here
I fouled my nest, I crapped my pants
I forgot to ask a date to this dance
fear not oh Great One
for you must know
fillies like flies are at this show
they’ll buzz and buzz and tickle your fancy
just stay away from that one they call nancy
(peeeee-eeeeeew)
I will avoid the aforementioned girl
Whose stench is enough to make me hurl
And at the risk of sounding silly
I just might ride upon some fillie
neighhhhh…ride ’em cowboy
I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
And fingers that leave them in a tingle
as you go riding merrily along?
does it surprise i know the song?
as far as fingers that leave them tingling…
prefer that to spurs that jangle my thingling
I do love horses, on that you can bet
Ride them hard, put ’em away wet
oh the picture in my third eye sees
of you riding hard and causing breeze
but do take care when stashing the wet ones
one day they will mold and and cause you to get some
nasty disease!!!!
Balance or straddle
I’m back in the saddle
I should have ducked
I ended up bucked
ducking and bucking and tucking and you know
on horse or on cow or on sheep history does show
men stride em and ride em and drip their man juices
women are happier at home making nooses
for their love boy’s return from his farming forays
so she can fit them with their new ascot-ays
Can you tell I’ve popped extacy
What gave it away?
The first three lines of lovey emotions. Can only mean one thing
ahhh
Now could we please drive faster? I drank too much Tea.
wee
Your exchanges with Trent filled me with glee.
A poetic compliment… awesome
Whats that yonder, do you see?
Nice… it still sort of leaves it up to the reader to come up with an answer… never make it too easy for them… they get lazy…
indeed 😀
Ha!
I’m so lost you seee….
You just need to click on the title so you can read the comments.
Oh my god, what a total mockery.
What a fitting final remark.
I would hardly settle for a less than total mockery!
Good thing. I’m pretty sure we’ve despoiled the spirit of blogging everywhere, utterly pissed off the WordPress fairies, and likely alienated everyone who once loved us. Okay, that last part is stretching it. I’m pretty sure no one ever loved us. Ah man, I’m just kidding – I love you man!
You had me worried for a minute there.
You’re only worried now? Remarkable.
I have to markable it twice?
You’re right. I’m not sure you have the stamina for that.
Stamina schmamina
In the land of the sacred beaver
We have phallus’s the size of Pisa
But the best part about being from the north
Is that copulating is our national sport
That’s because there is little else to do
In nine months of darkness in a frozen igloo
That hardly explains I’m afraid
The enormous girth we have displayed
Oh yeah… I just narked you out to Behindthemask… told her that some other overly-commenting woman was making a move on you… the sparks are going to fly without a beaver anywhere near!
Narc! Narc narc narc! S’all right. The beavers will have their day. Most likely when they attempt some unholy copulative activity with some rabid monkeys… the result could be highly interesting. As for the Southern Belle, she is one of a kind and I gladly accept all her advances and offers of alcohol.
I just thought it would be funny to start a girl fight over you…
Hmmmm. That sounds strangely appealing. I will take one for the team. Or two as the case may be.
You may already have won.
Victory is mine? Sweet.
And this is better than a colonoscopy?
More thorough…
Hands up for all who would prefer the colonoscopy… come on, it’s just a wee bit intrusive.
… vark…
I imagine I would have some more descriptive remarks to make during said procedure. Same thing with this comment thread actually.
I would imagine so too.
In an existential way, one wonders if any of the solids/liquids extracted during a colonoscopy are more or less a value-add to the human species than this comment thread. It’s a toss up really. Maybe we should consult a nun. Or give her a colonoscopy and see what she produces.
The thing that I am proud of most
No nuns were harmed when making this post
I’m afraid I must beg to disagree
For many nuns were crushed under our feet
They are now run-off leaking into lakes
It’s a great way to make holy water and angel cake
Nuns are full of sour grapes
You cannot make them into crepes
But stomp on them from now till nine
You just might get a passable wine
I have sipped the wine made from nuns
The forbidden beverage that gave me runs
I’m so excited I’m off to make some progeny?
The progeny prognosis is proposed… do I hear a second?
I’m actually pretty sure that I’ll need a second for this.
Aard…
I’m trying!
Try harder… that’s what she said… ha.
You know WordPress has rules against stealing someone’s ultra-hip catch phrase. Be careful, someone in here might report you. I suspect that Shards lady.
I must… I must
I must be full of trust
Dear Sir we’ve noticed that you like to plaigirize
It’s a practice we WordPress folks quite despise
Prepare to do battle with our army of deadly robots
They will bring tools to insert in your every slot
And when you squeal with pain or pleasure
We’ll twist your nuts off at our delighted leisure
Dear WordPress, my ideas are all my own
No plagiaristic tendencies have I shown
I don’t fear your tiny robotic hoards
Iv’e armed my cockroaches with little swords
They will kick their diminutive metal butts
And you will never get your hands on my nuts
Can you please explain “metal butts” a bit more
And by the way I can buy nuts at the store
I can’t believe I do this for free.
I can’t believe you do it at all.
Good thing I don’t actually know what it is that I’m doing then. If I stopped to think about it, I might get to wondering… Or is that wandering?
I can’t answer that.
My God. That’s a first.
Not really.
I beg to stiff ‘er.
They have pills for that… no begging required.
I’m not entirely sure homie plays that game.
Homie doesn’t seem to play any kind of game, not even reindeer games.
Ah. The diminuitive cousin of the moose makes an appearance. About time. Homie likes them.
They can fly but are hard to light on fire.
That’s sounds suspiciously like you’ve actually tried… I’m not judging, no worries.
A reindeer I did set alight
And smoldering, he did take flight
Oh by the way, the Humane Society called
They found a singed reindeer curled up in a ball
Immediately they thought it must be you
Good luck in jail you heartless shrew
So flaming reindeer make Canadians upset
But you all own a flaming beaver pet???
What do you have against beaver pets?
You’ll get one in due time I expect.
Beaver beaver beaver
Beaver
Beaver beaver beaver!
Holy crap there’s an alien donkey in that tree!
It’s called a pinata… and you just noticed it now? The crack squirrels have been gnawing on it for ages.
Crack squirrels are the natural cousins of flaming beavers, but they don’t really get along. The family reunions are a bloody mess.
Can’t see the forest for the burning trees… I could have said burning bushes, but I don’t want to end up back on the nun thing.
I think you just went straight back to the nun thing… What exactly are you doing on a nun anyway?
They have a smooth ride and get great milage…
We should totally celibate.
I just want to celibate…
I think we’re well on our way.
I can’t get no satisfaction… or liquefaction… or positraction…
I’m pretty sure I’m going mildly crazy.
Mild is a four letter word… non of that… or nun of that, if you would rather… seriously… mild cheddar cheese is surfboard wax.
More nun harrassment? Haven’t they suffered enough?
Makes them into saints faster.
Um. So does a blunt axe. Where does that get us exactly?
Back where we started.
You know, there is a special place in hell reserved for people like us…
I reserved a table by the fire.
Tell the devil to suck it.
I am not passing on that message.
By the way, pee comments….. soooooo easy.
Not everyone thinks outside the box on the first time out.
Damn. First there’s nuns and now there’s a box? I miss all the good stuff.
A nun riding on a beaver holding a box…
Finally – the party has started! Did I mention that I’m bringing olive oil?
Does Popeye know?
It’s not THAT kind of party. Get your priorities straight man. Also, consult a lawyer.
I will gladly sue to Tuesday for a hamburger today.
I’m pretty sure you could do better than a hamburger. If you tried hard enough.
I never try hard enough.
That’s what she said.
No points for that one.
Is someone keeping score? Is it the monkey? He’s not good at math you know.
He will be a good regulator
My monkey has a calculator
Dear little calculator monkey
I hear you’re feeling a little spunky
Well just now I really have to scram
For I loves me some green eggs and ham
You are down with my plan
You have joined the clan
I think I really love you, man
(Trent weeps tears of joy as he plays with his toy)
I really have some doubts about your sanity.
All of a sudden?
It had crossed my mind a few times.
So please get out of the bathroom, I have to pee.
That was for the poem, right?
Yup.