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Ode to Molly

Member since 2002 · Posted 2 Oct 2002 · Edited 2 Oct 2002 · 9 comments

Half moons hang Under overgrown bangs, Glossy naugahyde nose; Curled in angles, Born of angels In my mother's home. My wittle honey Can smell funny, But she keeps me warm. I'll love her to pieces Til time itself ceases; She's my heart and soul. +

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[1] Tarquin De La Bog 2-Oct-02/1:39 PM Reply

This has not come from your pen, but from your rectum instead. 1. 'My wittle honey' is so nauseating that I dry-retched on impulse, and the only saving grace is that you do not thrust more of this bile upon us. Terrible.

[n/a] <~> › Tarquin De La Bog 2-Oct-02/3:04 PM Reply

you would prefer a cat-poem? this, sirrah can be arranged.

nice job, knicky. is Suzu jealous?

[8] INTRANSIT 2-Oct-02/2:41 PM Reply

I cant have one of those, I'm allergic. Cute and full of love.

[8] Christof 3-Oct-02/7:41 AM Reply

I like this, 'wittle' and all, but what's naugahyde? You have a habit of writing poems referring to things I've heard of!

[8] Christof › Christof 3-Oct-02/7:55 AM Reply

'I've never heard of', I meant. Jeez my typing.

[n/a] knickytoy › Christof 3-Oct-02/8:00 AM Reply

Thank goodness not everyone is as toxic as that bog dude.
Naugahyde is plastic faux leather. Like that on cheap car seats.??

[8] Christof › knickytoy 3-Oct-02/8:01 AM Reply

Well, you learn something everyday. I get the image now - initially I was thinking soemthing like formaldehyde, which I could tell was very wrong.

[n/a] knickytoy › Christof 3-Oct-02/8:10 AM Reply

She's a Scottish Terrier by the way.

[8] Christof › knickytoy 3-Oct-02/8:14 AM Reply

That explains the bangs; I was imagining a very hairy baby!