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! ! oooooooh! ! ....hooo-haaah! !
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when words sometimes elicit
things that are, er, most explicit....
I cannot say, for fact, I love it....
('cos I'm so darned far above it........heh-heh-heh....)
sure, sure......
there's a bridge, that one in Brooklyn.....
and a pot, where there's a-cookin'
giblets, wings...sometimes a gizzard,
and some newts......maybe a lizard....
one can find it, for the lookin'....
get a ticket, yeah, the bookin'
agent's at the station......
don't need to feel no deprivation....
pull a card from out yo'r britches....
join the dance...there ain't no witches....
just a lotta cats'n'dogs.....friskin' 'round
in these-here fogs...........! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Helen Unknown (4/11/2008 5:47:00 AM)
Wowser! I love this.... makes me want to say 'Hubble, Bubble, Toil & Trouble! ' - Wondeful brew of poetry... HG: -) xx |
Alison Cassidy (4/11/2008 3:52:00 AM)
Your ear is impeccable. Your wit, quite laughable, Your mind is unfathomable. Your love is unconditional. Your talent indescribable. This poem is adorable. love, Allie'n Ella'n Rommie'n Sadie'n even Mr. J. Grump himself. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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