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Two lovers met, tied their Hands together with A lightening bolt and rain Came and soaked them with A passion born from a forbidden Storm, which raged, raged, raged For a century, the lovers...
It's all gravy. As I toast. Yeah I tip my hat to those to lazy. Tip this flap brim. To Those that came before him. Much love and honor. Bout to be boomeranging. All these compliments I be saying.
The Jester. Juggling snowballs,. One. Two. Three. He has one for Man. He has one for God. He has one for Me. One. Two. Three. The Jester. Juggling snowballs. Inside one is nothing.
Today is a good day to die, but First you and I, we Climb the tallest building in Europe, On the outside.
This is a blue wail, swearing at the dumb people, sitting next to me, clinical, in their unappreciative stares, cynical, in their derision and their praise, for the sight of me, on this train, in...
Bonjour mon ami's. This week as I'm feeling as high as a kite after my holiday and have came back to snow, I'd like you to try and write in the style of your favourite movie character.
And here, on this ghost cold night, A man walks proudly on his birth day, His head held high, statuesque, Smiling bravely, Naked as the day he was born, His chiselled skin an intricate diary; A...
Can you do the cup song. If not, why not?!?. It is a cup rhythm only cool people can do. If you want to know here is a written tutorial. Tell me if it helps!!!. First things first. Get a cup.
The magician wipes his brow. Hoping there wondering how. Did they see the slight of hand. 'Maybe that was part of his plan'. He hopes they think. But really this magician stinks.
Tonight I went out for the first time in ages,. Circus of horror centred the stages,. And my oh my what a freak show,. So gag worthy but still great though,. A man who swallows swords for a living,.
#colour. (Try and say really fast). Here's a story about Mr Brown. A juggling, fire eating, circus clown. But his boss was riled. Because he never smiled. So they called the clown Mr Frown.
Phil's in the room, yea Phil's in the room, we are in the room and Phil's in the room. (Phil's in the room) We are in this room cos Phil's in the room, no doom and gloom when Phil's in the room.
#clubopuss Click your fingers, Tap your toes, This rhythmic quote, Is in full prose. Come, have a drink, Of milk and wine, We'll stick around, If we have time.
So I've been asked to do a calendar nude Tastefull I think or do they want rude.
We're the British floor people, That's a thought for you to chew, We will nip at every ankle, While the crowd is passing through.
Three blue men Bald blue men See how they drum Hear how they thrum They're making percussion on plastic pipes A fantastic explosion of sound and light Mostly in colour some black and white These...
Iron hands in velvet gloves, With painted tears meant to last, A million words behind a mimes mask, Hands pressed against the invisible box of glass, Center stage, curtain call, Roses falling...
#household. Marvellous Marvin, human cannonball. Wasn't marvellous at all. Stand back when Marvin comes to play. Close shaves the order of the day. On his final performance inside the big top.
Music is music, but ask about musicality and that's another thing. If its lacking in apathy, the death of a piece it can bring.
#youngwritershousehold. I dance with grace and beauty,. Leaps high in the air,. With bold blue eyes shining bright,. And skin so pale and fair,. Lips as red as roses,. Cheeks a light, soft pink,.
The magic trick is to disappear into thin air, The pictures in my head are fading, My feet are thumb from waiting to go somewhere, Cards falling to the ground, Both sides blank, Tragedies...
Vintage glamour, wrapped in sophistication. Whipping the audience into a frenzy of anticipation. A little bit of naughty, a little bit of spice. Taking it real slow this is a performance to entice.
She twists, She turns, Trapped in that mirrored jewellery box of hers, Spinning, Spinning for all of eternity for us to see.
Alexander tucks the last of the flags in the crook of his elbow, and made his way up the tiny winding path that curls around Drint hill.