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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread
Ms Duck:
and just cause im unoriginal...my two from other threads today..
"for certain i cry with ducky blaise
i start to scry with my magic gaze
ring the bells, light the candle
for it tells, pull the handle
watch 'amaze , as Duck conjours Blaze!!"
"alas, alas, my dear lord's buns
hurt, they hurt, too much funs
you dirty hairy ape
turned em to grape
next time i sees you, runs "
Blaze:
It makes me want to curse and spit,
that a man can stand and hit
another with a rattan yard
and think it's fun to hit him hard.
And yet, the same male folk
get a boo-boo and whine and choke
and if a splinter they should take
can wake the dead with the fuss they make.
Blaze:
Thunder thighs. Hips and Rolls.
Love handles at the Bikini atolls.
Wrinkles here and age spots there
No sign of perfection anywhere...
Too tall to short, too thin too stout
How does anyone figure it out?
It's not that outside shell's amount
Take in the soul for full account.
And judge not by a credit score
Is he too rich or she too poor?
Is her wardrobe just a mess?
Did he dress for his success?
Can we as a culture be
So biased by what we see
With our eyes and not our hearts?
Look to the sum, and not the parts!
Look at the person who is inside
The transient trappings of the hide.
Look at the spirit and the mind
If happiness you seek to find.
Who cares if Duck's butt's painted blue?
If in her breast her heart beats true!
Who cares if this ones thick or stout
If his hand is always helping out?
If love's true nature is your prize
Than get off the wagon seeking size
If long term loyalty you seek
Worry less for what is sleek.
Get off the page where skinny reigns
If you want someone who has brains.
See with better eyes than those
who measure merit by the clothes.
KarlTenBrew:
--- Quote from: Blaze on December 29, 2009, 01:34:21 AM ---It makes me want to curse and spit,
that a man can stand and hit
another with a rattan yard
and think it's fun to hit him hard.
And yet, the same male folk
get a boo-boo and whine and choke
and if a splinter they should take
can wake the dead with the fuss they make.
--- End quote ---
To think that men extol the manly
only to turn out quite pansy
hit for hit is turnabout
yet oh so many choose to pout
instead of thinking to fight fair
they bitch for being inferior
seems they forgot the cardinal rule
when stricken do not be a tool!
Ms Duck:
I must lighten this thread
but lacking inspiration
searching the web
with all perspiration
what weird al said
shall be my salvation
"It's All About The Pentiums"
It's all about the Pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Pentiums, baby
It's all about the Pentiums, baby
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
Yeah
What y'all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?
Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard?
Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills
Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trolls and I don't read spam
Installed a T1 line in my house
Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at least twice a day
I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K
I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It's all about the Pentiums, what?
You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen
You've got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?
You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette
You're the biggest joke on the Internet
Your database is a disaster
You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?
Uh, uh, loggin' in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?
They call me the king of the spreadsheets
Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you've had your desktop for over a week?
Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique
Your laptop is a month old? Well that's great
If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digital media is write-protected
Every file inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operation system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em
While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'
It does all my work without me even askin'
Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide
I believe that your says "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side
In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user
You've got your own newsgroup, "alt.total-loser"
Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax
Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you
If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you
What? What? What? What? What?
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?
What??
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