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Objective:
Gravitation
Dedicated to Dr Fnar.
Falling slowly downwards
Towards a pit of cheese
Oh doom awaits me
But fear I bare not in my toes.
For never was I a bad man
Hath the sun severed me
I ask you only this
Write me a tombstone in pencil.
The mushrooms may be sinking in
But never worry
Because although time is sugar
Lemon is not.
If I were to dispose
Of that cooker I purchased
It won't fit down holes
If the hole runs away
Let me sing with the cameras
And fly like a lamp
If the never is never
Then forgive me, my hamster
(For throwing my armpits at you)
Falling slowly downwards
Towards a pit of cheese
Oh doom awaits me
But fear I bare not in my toes.
Experience:
Arithmetic
Dedicated to one of these days.
Adding merrily one thing
To another
Never suspecting the repercussions
Of using a sign like this: +
This isn't a case of division
They follow each other backwards
You never thought it would happen
When using a sign like this: +
There's no Os in plus and minus
There's an Us
But that's a different story
If using a sign like this: +
If subtraction isn't your thing
I wouldn't multiply your chances
You should always be real careful
When you're using
A sign
Like this:
+
Performance:
Dead Dutch Doorknockers
Dedicated to the real thing.
Doorknockers, doorknockers
Expendable things
Especially if you've got a bell
That rings.
Doorknockers, doorknockers
They're all a bit dead
Some say those things
Have gone to my head.
Doorknockers, doorknockers
The Dutch kind, my hat
Well, well, well.
Three wells.
Fancy that.
Doorknockers, doorknockers
Let someone in
So you can begin
To clean out
That bin.
Of sin.
Ring a ding ding.
Ping!
Documentation:
My Opinions On Radish Tax
A short long poem.
Oh thou, thou unadulterated mushroom
Send forth thy cream of darkness
For never ending
sorrows.
Perambulate through the city
Exploding in violent rays
Oh happiness
Oh lalala
Never ever again to thy coffin
Phone me each time
Thou doth awake to cornflour.
Now read a story, Seamus.
Eight. Skills:
A Short Poem
Dedicated to shortness.
One sunny day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A paralysed donkey passing by
Kicked a cyclops in both eyes
Knocked them through a six inch wall
Into a road and drowned them all! |
