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Stealing lightning from the pulpit (Ode) by horus8

You could argue that I do not know Electrical 101, but trust me when I 'xplain to you, the ways it can be done. First: Get yourself a ladder Get yourself some glue A brand new pair of rubber boots Straight from Kal'mazoo. A pair of wire cutters A bowl of mother's stew A pipe of lavender crescendos That pipes for me, not you. Ahh, thirteen naked ninjas Ehr, a Polack named Duran Umm, a scratched Arcadia record Purchased in the promise land. A chicken with no feathers A polite "Taming of the shrew" A Perfect cube cut from sky Of the purest Azure blue. You must then kiss both my cheeks, and tell me how you've lived and loved. And do not show the slightest hint'f fear As I fasten you with stainless steel gloves. Now go up, and out And down about Till you see a man With stag, or steer. Take a left At the cleft Where the grass becomes a forest clear'd Point your toes To the North As you pinch your nose. Be sitting on the ground Wear no clothes And make sure to be Baby oil'd down. Because, when one is stealing lightning You need a good decoy. While you were oiled & nude, I stole it first silly greasy boy. My father just cannot resist A splendid practical joke, and while he was laughing at your plight. I got myself some bolts.

thepinkbunnyofdoom 2-Jun-03/2:12 PM
Sound proposal to me.




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