Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by xotoxi, Jun 13, 2009.
You been smoking something?
The dancing bananas make my eyes cross ...
Don't get angry eyes.
Nah - they just cross and then I get that 100-yard stare ...
If I had 100 yards
I'd build 100 houses on them
I'd get the 100 yard stare
Because I was a millionaire
whoa - quite the poet there, MM.
My uncle taught us this one:
A birdy with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sil.
I lured him in with a piece of bread
And stomped upon his little head.
My uncle is a lot of fun.
That's an old army marching cadence.
My uncle just bastardized a real poem.
Creativity runs in the family.
It's not just poems that get bastardised. Psalms do too
Psalm 23 - amended
GORDON BROWN IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WORK.
HE LEADETH ME BESIDE THE STILL FACTORIES.
HE RESTORETH MY FAITH IN THE CONSERVATIVE PARTY.
HE GUIDETH ME IN THE PATH OF UNEMPLOYMENT.
YEA, THOUGH I WAIT FOR MY DOLE,
I OWN THE BANK THAT REFUSES ME.
BROWN HAS ANNOINTED MY INCOME WITH TAXES,
MY EXPENSES RUNNETH OVER MY INCOME,
SURELY, POVERTY AND HARD LIVING WILL FOLLOW ME ALL THE DAYS OF HIS TERM.
FROM HENCE FORTH WE WILL LIVE ALL THE DAYS
OF OUR LIVES IN A RENTED HOME WITH AN OVERSEAS LANDLORD.
I AM GLAD I AM BRITISH,
I AM GLAD I AM FREE.
BUT I WISH I WERE A DOG
AND BROWN WAS A TREE.
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