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Post by Tekel Brighteyes on May 6, 2007 1:51:55 GMT -5
Here's a little silly poem from me to you. I hope you enjoy.
Dem Dar Woods
There is a frog who's not a frog, And she sits on a log, Out in dem dar woods. She likes to hop on all fours, All through the moors, Out in dem dar woods.
There is an owl who's not an owl, And she sits in a tree, Out in dem dar woods. She likes to stick feathers in her hair, And what others think she doesn't care, Out in dem dar woods.
There is a cat who's not a cat, And she sits under the moon, Out in dem dar woods. She likes to hiss and purr, And pretends she's got fur, Out in dem dar woods.
There is a mouse who's not a mouse, And she sits on the rocks, Out in dem dar woods. She has cute little eyes and cute little feet, And when she talks her voice has a cute little squeek, Out in dem dar woods.
There is a girl who lives out dar, Out in dem dar woods. And though she likes to hop through the moors, and puts feathers in her hair, and pretends she has fur and her voice has a cute little squeek, It still makes me think, 'Damn that's one lucky girl.'
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Post by Crystal Shardd on May 7, 2007 12:37:51 GMT -5
You have one rrrreeeeaaaallllyyyy long verse in the last stanza.
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Post by Tekel Brighteyes on May 7, 2007 17:02:03 GMT -5
rotflmao Yep, but I did warn you that it's a silly poem. ;D
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Post by Leasea on May 7, 2007 20:00:08 GMT -5
silly poems rock...since that's about all the poetry I can write...and sometimes not even that!
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Post by Tekel Brighteyes on May 7, 2007 22:47:42 GMT -5
Cool. Does that mean you'll be putting a poem up soon. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Leasea on May 8, 2007 11:43:17 GMT -5
possibly...I'm debating whether or not to post my poem about a piece of lint I found on the floor in one of my classes that was really boring and I was falling asleep and I started to think about what would happen if the lint got big and ate everyone in the class and what it would be like to be inside the stomach of a piece of lint if lint even has a stomach and then I decided to write a poem about it to take up the last 30 mins of the 45 min class I had left and thus the poem was born. I think I will post it. As soon as I type it.
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Post by Leasea on May 8, 2007 11:44:15 GMT -5
I apologize, random moment without breathing...I'm okay now...I think....
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Post by Crystal Shardd on May 8, 2007 16:11:43 GMT -5
Lint?
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Post by Tekel Brighteyes on May 8, 2007 17:46:35 GMT -5
Actually it sounds very funny. I'd love to see it.
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Post by Leasea on May 8, 2007 23:41:29 GMT -5
Let me see if I can remember where I put it. It might have disappeared into the black hole of my backpack....oh wait, here it is! Oh, no that's my bio homework. I'm afraid you'll have to give a while to locate it. I seem to know exactly where everything, people have lost is located, but I can't seem to ever find anything of my own....I think I need a seperate pouch just for my stuff.....shopping time!
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Post by Tekel Brighteyes on May 9, 2007 10:07:39 GMT -5
haha Take your time. I'll even help you look. *gets one of your pouches and starts looking through it*
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