Friday, February 8, 2008
i forgot the song........
I fell asleep in history class
Dreamt I was laying on a patch of grass
Listening to my 120 petabyte iPod
On this one song my head began to nod
It had a brilliant, damn catchy tune
I liked the fast beats also pretty soon
The lyrics were simple but happy so
at least they weren't filled with bloody emo
Mrs Fernandez, that wrinkled bitch
She woke me up and she gave me a speech
Through it all I remembered the song
Except for the fact that the lyrics were gone
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I sang, that's what I sang.
All the kids gave me a funny look
But I didn't stop, and that's what it took
Everyone started to sing along
Even Mrs Fernandez, the bitch, liked the song.
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
That's what we sang, that's what we sang.
Dreamt I was laying on a patch of grass
Listening to my 120 petabyte iPod
On this one song my head began to nod
It had a brilliant, damn catchy tune
I liked the fast beats also pretty soon
The lyrics were simple but happy so
at least they weren't filled with bloody emo
Mrs Fernandez, that wrinkled bitch
She woke me up and she gave me a speech
Through it all I remembered the song
Except for the fact that the lyrics were gone
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I sang, that's what I sang.
All the kids gave me a funny look
But I didn't stop, and that's what it took
Everyone started to sing along
Even Mrs Fernandez, the bitch, liked the song.
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
That's what we sang, that's what we sang.
random bakwaas
Roses are Green, Violets are Yellow,
But I am not a dirty fellow,
And becoz u r always on my mind,
I have become colourblind!
U r my rose, I am ur flower.
U r my bulb ,I am ur power.
Without u in my life there is no light.
Will u go dancing with me tonight??
But I am not a dirty fellow,
And becoz u r always on my mind,
I have become colourblind!
U r my rose, I am ur flower.
U r my bulb ,I am ur power.
Without u in my life there is no light.
Will u go dancing with me tonight??
winkle twinkle
starkle starkle little twink
who the hell you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
but the drunker I stand here
the longer I get
Just give me one more drink
to fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober
to Sunday up
who the hell you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
but the drunker I stand here
the longer I get
Just give me one more drink
to fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober
to Sunday up
Da Whorehouse
In the city ashore
There lived a whore
Her stomach starved for flour
Spread eagle on the floor
The trucker came aboard
And she was left all floored
No one cared for her pain
It was all about gain
The bitches in the house
Were all scared of the mouse
No one was alert enough
To even hear her cough
She screamed and moaned
Till it appeared she was moaned
The trucker was having fun
As his hand reached out for his gun
And in the still of the night
He heightened her sense of fright
And shot the whore in her ass
So there stood the lass
Who was stoned by the gas
She could feel no pain
There was nothing left to gain
She moaned in ecstasy
As he crept out of his darkest fantasy
And she lay there alone
Wanting to go home
There was not an iota of shame
And the poet thinks the poem is lame
There lived a whore
Her stomach starved for flour
Spread eagle on the floor
The trucker came aboard
And she was left all floored
No one cared for her pain
It was all about gain
The bitches in the house
Were all scared of the mouse
No one was alert enough
To even hear her cough
She screamed and moaned
Till it appeared she was moaned
The trucker was having fun
As his hand reached out for his gun
And in the still of the night
He heightened her sense of fright
And shot the whore in her ass
So there stood the lass
Who was stoned by the gas
She could feel no pain
There was nothing left to gain
She moaned in ecstasy
As he crept out of his darkest fantasy
And she lay there alone
Wanting to go home
There was not an iota of shame
And the poet thinks the poem is lame
Musings of a knight on a rainy night
The sky was grey and like a blur,
All I could do was to think of her,
She left me, betrayed me
But still I thought she loved me
I was a fool to fall in love with that girl
But here I was mourning in betrayal.
The raindrops splittering-splattering on the road
I had nothing to do but stand there getting bored,
I stared across the road for a while,
There was nothing but emptiness for a mile,
Nature was sleeping,
The skies were weeping.
The wind in my hair…
Heightened my sense of despair
I thought about the aim of my life
Was it all reduced to find myself a wife?
Who would take care of me and my family too?
Or maybe treat me like an animal from the zoo…
Then suddenly something caught my eye
Like a bolt of lightening from the sky
I saw a pretty girl wearing a small little frock
Standing in the rain as still as a rock
Her eyes were like emeralds and her faced glowed like the sun
As I approached her she began to run
I followed her till the bridge across the river
As then she stopped and began to shiver
She looked at me with no emotion.
And as I came closer, she was about to jump
I wanted to stop her but my throat was blocked by a lump
Our eyes met and there she stopped
I felt my heart was about to pop
A girl as beautiful I had never seen
In reality or in a magazine
She appeared to have descended with the rains from above
I finally realized that this could be true love
My thoughts were racing at the speed of light
Searching to the words that may just sound right
Never had I wanted someone so bad
All I wanted to know why was she so sad
Time was ticking
I knew she wouldn’t stay there waiting
But in the depth of my heart I almost knew
That she had feelings for me too
I asked her about her history
She began telling me her sad love story
I realized we were aboard the same ship
And this might be blossoming into a serious relationship
I waited for her to make the first move
But she thought along the same groove
Amidst the silence of the seas
We were teleported to the world of the purple trees
It seemed so right yet so wrong
Like Ms. Kelly making love to Mr. Wong
Finally the silence was broken and so was my heart
She left me to see the new mega mart
I wondered why I was in shackles and the birds so free
And why was she so pretty unlike me
Did she feel the same for me?
Or was it a myth of the land of the purple trees
I still do wonder if those words I had said
Would her heart for me have bled?
Those tears of sorrow from my eyes to her feet
Have swept the ground beneath her feet
I still feel the same for her, my dear
And she would have been mine if wasn’t for my silly fear
And there I was lying on my deathbed here
Telling the story of my first love to my friends, so dear.
All I could do was to think of her,
She left me, betrayed me
But still I thought she loved me
I was a fool to fall in love with that girl
But here I was mourning in betrayal.
The raindrops splittering-splattering on the road
I had nothing to do but stand there getting bored,
I stared across the road for a while,
There was nothing but emptiness for a mile,
Nature was sleeping,
The skies were weeping.
The wind in my hair…
Heightened my sense of despair
I thought about the aim of my life
Was it all reduced to find myself a wife?
Who would take care of me and my family too?
Or maybe treat me like an animal from the zoo…
Then suddenly something caught my eye
Like a bolt of lightening from the sky
I saw a pretty girl wearing a small little frock
Standing in the rain as still as a rock
Her eyes were like emeralds and her faced glowed like the sun
As I approached her she began to run
I followed her till the bridge across the river
As then she stopped and began to shiver
She looked at me with no emotion.
And as I came closer, she was about to jump
I wanted to stop her but my throat was blocked by a lump
Our eyes met and there she stopped
I felt my heart was about to pop
A girl as beautiful I had never seen
In reality or in a magazine
She appeared to have descended with the rains from above
I finally realized that this could be true love
My thoughts were racing at the speed of light
Searching to the words that may just sound right
Never had I wanted someone so bad
All I wanted to know why was she so sad
Time was ticking
I knew she wouldn’t stay there waiting
But in the depth of my heart I almost knew
That she had feelings for me too
I asked her about her history
She began telling me her sad love story
I realized we were aboard the same ship
And this might be blossoming into a serious relationship
I waited for her to make the first move
But she thought along the same groove
Amidst the silence of the seas
We were teleported to the world of the purple trees
It seemed so right yet so wrong
Like Ms. Kelly making love to Mr. Wong
Finally the silence was broken and so was my heart
She left me to see the new mega mart
I wondered why I was in shackles and the birds so free
And why was she so pretty unlike me
Did she feel the same for me?
Or was it a myth of the land of the purple trees
I still do wonder if those words I had said
Would her heart for me have bled?
Those tears of sorrow from my eyes to her feet
Have swept the ground beneath her feet
I still feel the same for her, my dear
And she would have been mine if wasn’t for my silly fear
And there I was lying on my deathbed here
Telling the story of my first love to my friends, so dear.
To Snowball...
Oh! Snowball packed with care,
Smack a head that’s Unaware.
Then with freezing Ice to Spare,
Melt and soak through Underwear.
Fly straight and true,
Hit hard and square,
This Oh! Snowball is my prayer.
Smack a head that’s Unaware.
Then with freezing Ice to Spare,
Melt and soak through Underwear.
Fly straight and true,
Hit hard and square,
This Oh! Snowball is my prayer.
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