hehehe, that's beautiful, Bella! Slappy, V-day is on a monday night. I wonder if that's a good thing...
Sure is...all them beauty operators wandering around on their day off!
NaCl (SODIUM CHLORIDE)
Kate McGarrigle, Garden Court Music ASCAP
Just a little atom of chlorine
Valence minus one
Swimming thru the sea, digging the scene
Just having fun
She's not worried about the shape or size
Of her outside shell
It's fun to ionize
Just a little atom of Cl
With an unfilled shell
But somewhere in that sea lurks
Handsome Sodium
With enough electrons on his outside shell
Plus that extra one
Somewhere in this deep blue sea
There's a negative
For my extra energy yes
Somewhere in this foam
My positive will find a home
Then unsuspecting Chlorine
Felt a magnetic pull
She looked down and her outside
Shell was full
Sodium cried "what a gas be my bride and
I'll change your name from Chlorine to Chloride"
Now the sea evaporates to make the clouds
For the rain and snow
Leaving her chemical compounds in the abscence
Of H2O
But the crystals that wash upon the shore
Are happy ones
So if you never thought before
Think of the love that you eat
When you salt your meat
Think of the love that you eat
When you salt your meat
oh my, that is a true jewel. i'd be peacefully asleep on the bar at the end.
ehBeth, I love that one! Now that's a cool poem. Oh, wait, it's a song though, isn't it? I've never heard of it.
it is cool. very soothing. like a fairy tale.
BIG BAD POO
(To the tune of Big Bad John)
Copyright; Mark Feldman
(Admittedly) one sick night in 1998
From his book 'Visions of the Quill'
Sunday morning, in the S-bend, you could see him arrive,
He was nine inches long and two inches wide,
Kind of broad in the center, narrow in the tip,
Bobbing in the bowl like a brown battleship,
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Big Poo...oo.
Big Bad Poo.
Big Poo...
He emerged from the bowels of Lady Jane,
With a fair bit of grunting' and a whole lot of pain.
He squeezed through her cheeks with fire and ash,
And into the bowl with one hell of a splash.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he started his life the day before,
As a nice, juicy beefsteak that was medium raw.
Alfalfa and vegetables hung him long,
And two hot cross buns made him awfully strong.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Six glasses of wine lubricated his wake,
With some added propulsion from a chocolate cake,
And the big, lumpy midriff that bumped in the bowl,
Was the seed from a lichee she'd swallowed whole.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
It took fourteen flushes to send him away,
But the skid-marks he left clung on ten days.
This wasn't the end of his journey south,
He collected eight tampons and one dead mouse.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
This was Just the beginning of something' more,
There were curried prawns buried deep in his core,
They brewed that gas they run engines from,
And this floating log became an atom bomb!
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he snuck through a valve at the treatment shed,
Where he lurked in the chemicals 'till they ate his head,
Then with a rush of gas and an almighty bang,
The whole plant went up, and the fat lady sang.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, there wasn't a whole lot left of the site,
It was leveled to the ground by brown dynamite,
So they inscripted a plaque, and upon it was writ:
"At the bottom of this sewer, lies a big, mean ****...
...Big Poo."
CHORUS
RPT. CHORUS (fading...)
Copyright; Mark Feldman
(Admittedly) one sick night in 1998
It's a song, but it can be a great spoken word piece.
<You didn't hear me say that>
dag, that is GROSS!!! (But very funny)
I'm sorry, this is a testpost.
No need to apologise, Sidderaal00. Now why not send a poem?
msolga wrote:No need to apologise, Sidderaal00. Now why not send a poem?
I honestly hate poems. They crack my brain and are stupid. Buts that's my opinion
LATE ENTRY:
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Kickycan'
I'm Kicky can the lady's man
And though you may not know it,
Beneath this coat's what girls love most,
And I'm dying dear to show it.
My trenchcoat treasure's hid away,
Till just the perfect moment,
When you behold... and then bestow
Your most admiring comment.
I'm Kickycan the lady's man,
'My big best friend' I call it,
Come! touch it with your little hand,
It's oh so BIG!
my wallet.
-jjorge
Thanks littlek
I hope KC likes it too.
