|nEVERnah booduh n' child
what's a monkyear
compared to a lay-tier?
year mOm must bee bald
come back hOMe...
for Diana Jiganie, my nisetru
jenakajoffer for the thread here:
and for unknown, rubber mandolyn and AlchemiA
for the push
28 Feb 10
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I love this one too. You're writing style is just so wonderful!
Why I oughtta....
DEF- I -NATE -LY
it's the season for bees and bugs
and spy-dares, two.
'only one' never makes two but it takes
only one person to make another person's
life too hard to handle.
can you see booduh crosslegged in the peace?
thank you so much for reading.
yes, deaf-innately rubber mandolyn.
how bout velvet mandolyn
nope, it's my call.
if you don't like it,
call your law-year
and lock me up in
But my law-year is vacay- shun -eeng in doo joognle.
Up yer nose wit a rubber hose.
welp, eats a duh-duh-duh-jangling
out dare with the apemonks spinning
their rubber sundials.
whose dot smell dripping down yore
rubber sandials- methinks ewe squeak of crocks.
Eye m anti - croc.
da smull uf laughindur m-aches mii sic.
there ain't no crocs in sundials,
go speak to booduh and he'll tell
on me, tell ewe what i'm in.
booduzn't haf me digitz.
knowp, butt daunt fidget.
peephole daunt give a damn
end he all weighs gets eat.
Aye boot me digitz be hyding frum dee auld bewduh.
geez, hand him the cheese.
ore bet-her yet, hand him duh
rubber hanky, yeah.
hiss rub-her knows wanna
run a mock of meccah.
howz bout I'z hand himz me'z fist o fuer-ee?
ooh, bahd ID-yeah --
brews lei ease at duh
gait waiting fur yah...
unless you wanna
kiss hiss nunchaku
jane eyre go again!
eight, ate, 8, or innate? make it a nine.
yes, RUBBER mandolyn.
hear wee go again...
thanks for stopping
Ere wii goeth round und round da cr8zee.
you wanna see goethe do the trampoline?
yeah, round and round goes
the circle of life, the life
that he lived and knowed.
owe, pooh's eyes are round
and he poops round bullets, too,
which his nincompoop pears
like to nibble on, hehehe.
they're one of kind.
Now you see that one I understand, and liked. Makes me wish I could write. :)
of course you can write.
see, i can't even spell peers correctly.
i'll go check out your works soon.
thanks for reading my mediocrity.
your mediocrity you said. it's where it takes you, eh?
wonderful calvin clavickles and all . .. . oy . . my spelling is out out out!!!!!!