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Our Saviour has a new name And @crowncottage is to blame He smokes maple leaf 'Cos that his belief But he wears a beard just the same This has come to pass From an odd punctuation class This lovely...
A story within, the hardest part of the inauguration; but only a stepping stone and nothing more it should be seen. The character portfolio and the synopsis: 'The tail, the fat.. !.
She no worry. She no care. She's in love with a poker player. If he lie. She no cry. She go love another guy. She no worry,. She no care. She's got bouquet on Valentine. If their shy. She no cry.
There's a man I know, he wears a hood Whose earholes indicate his mood A little guy, the Angry Midget® His ears, a rage forecasting widget Most times they're a fleshy hue But don't be fooled, because...
The luscious Ruby Dazzler. Was a stripper of repute. And she spent her evenings. In her birthday suit. She really was a beauty. Best of 'em by a mile. Ruby Dazzler took the stage.
In a dark, little corner downtown Seven shady figures gathered round, Each as deadly as the next, Each trying to be the baddest.
Cherry was a short, blonde, excitable chick who would frequently get into trouble with the law, though not in any serious way.
Our story follows Martin, A Mosquito through and through, But although he seems quite normal, He hides a secret from me and you, As he buzzes to your ear, Like any other of his kind, Just to see if...
She stalks the streets in the dead of night, Not looking for a man or a surprise, But a switched off CCTV or a door not shut tight.
Will Scarlet was a tricky fellow, Often seen as quiet and mellow. Inside however, he was raging, Trying to break through Robin's caging. Sick of being second place, Overshadowed in every case.
Lucky Jim...I feel for him For no luck he has He lost his job And his dog Cut is ass on glass Lucky Jim...I worry for him It just gets worse His wife ran off With his boss Poor guy is cursed Lucky...
Breville noun always acted the clown. Never serious never saw him frown. Full of jokes and anecdotes. About people,places and 1 bout a goat. Around him you were sure to laugh.
Sitting in his dressing room, Coco shed a tear For even with no make-up, no woman would come near See, Coco was the best of 'em, he stood proud and tall But when it came to loving, he'd had no luck...
Fey. Can charm the petals. Off the moon. She walks in the corridors. Of confidence. I am a smear on the painting. Of her days. A drying blemish. Fey,. so strange and complicated. Drunk on Sundays.
One can take a lot of pleasure in cold alcohol and a warm spring day. I am. The news of a night of work perked my spirits up to a level I haven't reached for a little while and made me find new...
I saw you sing, once, A glorious thing, All for a strangers purse, You magic, menacing curse, I can't help but giggle, As you try play...
It was all about the drama, for it made a pitiful dance. One fallen, rotten apple, took a solitary stance.
-part 1- THE CREATOR The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head.
You should listen to the flea, It's only polite, you see, About all the places he's been, Oh, the wondrous things he's seen. Oh the bottoms that have been bitten. Mr Flea's never been so smitten.
I get bored easily ... I'm always changing things. Like my hair, it's bright blue at the moment. Or my name ... I think people are calling me Lee-Ann these days.
Massive Nazirite, Such a liar and a tease. 'Wrap me in ropes, wrap me in strings.' A poor woman in need of help, your victim.
I'm not Steven Moffat, Although folk have told me otherwise. 'Folk' is not a word Steven Moffat would use. Not least in the context of a poem about himself.
Thor may have started a little wrong.
She twinkles in the light. Drifts her glowing eyes across their faces. Silent now, quietness. She wonders 'will they notice?'. A question lost in her inaudible sigh. She stirs.