Registered: Jul 2000
Location: salmon city
Posts: 1407

a pompous man sets his sights
too high,
for the people of the town
"you are so pompous"
they all cry,
while putting on their hats.
"you are pompous, like an olive"
claims one chef, inspired by a souffle.
"i am also an olive" claimes ones chimpanzee,
standing on the street,
and they decide to settle their debate
with a chimpanzee.

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Registered: Mar 2004
Location: Still Orygun
Posts: 10243

greetings and salutations, melon! your soufflediferous appearance is akin to a debutante's coming-out party in hell (translation: a welcome diversion from being ass-raped upside-down waist-deep in piles of moose shit).

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Registered: Jul 2000
Location: aggressivly happy
Posts: 9120

i knew a monkey
he lived in a shoe
he rode on the donkey
and you would too
if the hippopotamus
looked at you with
eyes so full of lust
what a fear to give

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Registered: Sep 2000
Location: atlanta
Posts: 6346

the realism is mind boggling.

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Registered: Aug 2000
Location: NJ
Posts: 2300

resigged!

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Registered: Jul 2001
Location: NYC
Posts: 11769

Hippopotamuses eat people.
And I know RiZZ plagiarized that because he spelled hippopotamus correctly.

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Location: aggressivly happy
Posts: 9120

LIES

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Registered: Mar 2004
Location: USA
Posts: 24302

Melon's poem reminds me of a bedtime story my grandfather use to tell me back when I lived in New England. It went something like this...

A "city slicker" moved into town and decided that he was going to become a gentleman farmer.
Built himself one hell of a house and a barn that was more of a castle. The folks in town were
quite amazed when it was all completed.

The "gentleman farmer" strutted about town and scoffed at the fare at the diner and grocery
store. The locals regarded him with a single lifted brow as he passed by and a snort when he
had gone out of earshot. Everyone would gossip about just what that "city boy" would raise
on his farm; and everyone spied.

It wasn't until that Streeter boy snuck up to a window of the "flatlander's" barn, prodded on by
several co-conspirators, and peeked in that it became clear what the newcomer's
crop was.

You see, winged moray eels are not to be trifled with, and they were trifled with that day.
They flew out like a flock of writhing pterodactyls high on pterodactyl hash souffle and
systematically removed the spleens from everyone in town before winging into a goosesque
"V" formation and flapping away to Atlantic City to try their talons at the slot machines.


Grandpa was kinda weird. I have always figured that it was something of a fluke that I turned out to be so normal.

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Registered: Apr 2001
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Posts: 16671

i once had a town
just me lived there
my streets were busy
my parks were fair

i was my own governor
in paisley pants
i voted me in
no one else stood a chance

then one lonely day
i awoke from my dream
i saw my streets empty
my parks werent clean

there is something better
it had to be true
looking over it all
my eagerness grew

I started to walk
i followed the sun
over hills though valleys
till i started to run

my head grew weary
my feet did too
so i sat beneath a tree
and took off my shoes

the earth touched my skin
the tree held me tight
i sat and i pondered
and day turned to night

in the morning I woke
it all seemed so clear
I stood up and stretched
absent all fear

I will be a tomato
all red and round
ill grow from a vine
that come up from the ground

so I buried myself
and I sit and wait
and when something starts happening
it will really be great.


the end

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