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Wed 22 Aug, 2007 08:27 am
Hey, let's make some acrostics for people on A2K. For those of you who don't know what an acrostic is, it's when you use the letters of a person's name (or whatever you're making an acrostic of) as the first letters of each line of whatever it is you're writing. For example, here's an acrostic using the name Tony.
The best guy in the world
Oh my god his penis is huge
Never have I seen one that hangs down past a person's knees
Yowsah!
Okay, so let's do people on A2K. Here's one to start it off.
Evil
Very evil
Absolutely very evil
Kinnikinnic is a fine snort
In jungles or in lofts
Chasing all the fruitcakes
Kick-starting things gone soft.
Yesterday's exhaustions
Can vanish really quick
Allow yourself just one sniff
Nobilitate your dick.
Some sing, some dance
Poets write nice things
Everybody is in a stance
Now waiting for the swings
Damsels in distress
In here are no more
Usually, I confess
Spendius opens his door..
Flying machine in the sky
Rolling fast over wisps
A lone man jumps into the blue
No fear of the black
Chord sweet parachute chord
I am French! I am ALIVE!
Screams dissipate like clouds
knives stick in my heart over
icarus coming in for a hard landing
candide thinks it's all for the best when
kryptonite kills superman
yes I'll be your turtle dove
could you please turn out the light
allison will be coming home
next august or september
Color guard performs
Hair as high as the sky
All of Austin turns out for the parade
I'd rather be watching the test pattern
Jung was a silly old goat
Exploring the wounded mind,
Seeing if he could mend them
Payment in cash or kind,
And after all is said and done
He did remove some rind.
Some people like to hear themselves
Pontificate on everything
Even though the rest of us know
No one is listening.
Daily they indulge themselves
In twaddle, tripe and tosh
Until we yawn and walk away
So much damned hogwash.
Listening to the pitter patter of rain
Eavesdropping on my slumber, I dream of
Zephyrs waltzing and
Zephyrs laughing on my rooftop
Like secrets whispered in my
Ear, hinting at what awaits once
Sleep descends
So brand it all as slander and lies!
Her backside's glotched and gummy
And baggy kecks are hanging down
Pursed lips are never funny
Ever weaving witching spells.
"Less, less", he cried,
Eyeboule's stitches stretching,
"Sheath thy swords and smile awhile,
Stop your verbal retching."
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