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Underwaterbob
Joined: 08 Jan 2005
Location: In Cognito
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exam time comes I'm warming desks and trying not to sleep
lower lower ever do my eyelids slowly creep
til I'm dreaming happily in sleep so deep you'd weep
suddenly some students come into my dreams they flew:
"Hello, how are you today? I'm fine, thank you, and you?"
wake with a start to find my face sopped in a pool of drool
the bell has rung I'm free I'm free I'm free to get away
from all this stark monotony that's ruining my day
ahh, who'm I kidding anyway, I guess this job's okay |
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sadguy
Joined: 13 Feb 2011
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i'm surprised i never saw this thread
i didn't read all the pages because my eyes feel dead
i wanna go home and take a nap
is this a poem or is it a rap?
i'm about to eat an egg that smells like a fart
but i hear it's omega 3's are good for your heart
these are all the rhymes my brain can think of
so see you later, my precious little loves |
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alljokingaside
Joined: 17 Feb 2010
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The master chocolatiers all went to Rome to ply their wares,
They sold their sweets and other treats at carnivals and fairs.
Far and away, one treat was best,
More delect-able than the rest:
It was the sugar-dusted scrumptious chocolate eclaire.
Some said the chocolate eclaire was filled with fairy dreams,
Others said that it was filled with nothing but whipped cream.
"A puzzle," said the elder sages,
"To trouble all the future ages,"
As they licked their sticky sugar-dusted fingers clean.
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From whence it came, no one knew.
This baker, from nowhere, had paid no dues.
�The devil�s treat!�
�Rather teats I�d eat!�
Said from frothed mouths in more than a few.
The bakers of Rome had gathered in flocks.
They picketed the stand, they flung large rocks.
Master �clair rattled away
but smirking, eerily gay.
The bakers of Rome had saved their blocks!
�Rejoice, ye royales! Rejoice and scream!
From the foreign menace, we have saved our dreams!�
The men were spent.
Away, they went,
proclaiming aloud, �A feast, teeming with cr�me!�
A fortnight during which they baked, then shared.
The Emperor, a Roman feast they dared!
He regally sat,
then regally spat.
�Apparently, your lives- you do not care.�
Choaxing skins- they knew what they'd done.
Freely, they knew their bowels would run.
Sweet, creme skunk?
O- what had they thunk?
And all roads shuddered and hid from the sun.
So it went, each man was torn asunder.
Regal purple plundered with lightning and thunder-
Pastries were burned,
stomachs were churned;
The couped Eclair had become their blunder!
And somewhere away, Master �clair still made
miniature masterpieces where mouths found shade.
The Romans� bellies rumbled
before Rome crumbled,
but crumbs still flowed freely from that baker�s blade. |
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