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Fri 25 Mar, 2005 03:51 pm
We were discussing cows this morning. The conversation was brisk and pleasant. At one point someone asked an intriguing question about the annual milk production of a typical Holstein and as I was formulating an answer Dagmaraka entered the party and tossed this gem into the mix...
cow cow cow
says no 'meow'
it says 'moo'
like kangaroo
(but different)
All conversation ceased. I think everyone there knew that this was a magic moment. We were witnessing the birth of the next great poet.
Let's all take the time to congratulate Dag on her masterpiece and to encourage her to start her own poetry thread.
Hey! I wrote that twelve years ago during a train ride to Wichita!
She stole my cow poem!
If that's true, kicky, we have some serious issues to deal with.
Oh wait, mine was different.
Mine was...
frog frog frog
sits on a log
in a lonely bog
frog frog frog
But you can see how I would make that mistake, right?
Kicky, you and Dag should have a poem write-off competition.
Two geniuses going head to head.
You must be loose as a goose,
To milk a moose,
If you land on your butt,
There is no excuse.
This was the greatest poem that I have ever written, that never got published.
Hey! those poems are inspiring, brilliant enough. But how long did it take you to write them? Mine was completely spontanneous!
kickycan wrote:Hey! I wrote that twelve years ago during a train ride to Wichita!
She stole my cow poem!
You can't ride a train to Wichita!
Quote:You can't ride a train to Wichita!
They can too.
Kicky was riding the freight train that was transporting cows. Those particular cows were green from motion sickness. " Frog frog," "cow, cow". You can see how he got confused
parados wrote:Quote:You can't ride a train to Wichita!
They can too.
Kicky was riding the freight train that was transporting cows. Those particular cows were green from motion sickness. " Frog frog," "cow, cow". You can see how he got confused
Ahhh.. makes sense now.... Kicky is a hobo.
kicky didn't get confused. i think he is just trying to steal my fame. that's ok, i still love you, kicky, although i am hurt. mortally wounded. fatally stabbed.
i am, however, hoping tha Lord Ellpus will share some of his outstanding poetry. He tends to be very shy, so let us be encouraging.
Really, Lord Ellpus is a poet?
dagmaraka wrote:kicky didn't get confused. i think he is just trying to steal my fame. that's ok, i still love you, kicky, although i am hurt. mortally wounded. fatally stabbed.
No, seriously, I AM a hobo!
Here's my hobo poem
Hobo, hobo, hobo
all around I go
train, train train
My pants have a stain
hobo...hobo
Ok.... here's a poem I wrote years ago:
Sex
Making love
Sex
Making love
What is 'making love'?
Just have sex.
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