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ode to horus

Member since 2002 · Posted 26 Nov 2002 · 7 comments

there once was a boy named horus who spent countless innumerable hours spewing hot stew, all mixed with brew til a slice of his tongue brought remorse.

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[n/a] poetandknowit 26-Nov-02/6:56 PM Reply

Horus is a goof and a poem will not change that.

[n/a] INTRANSIT 26-Nov-02/7:25 PM Reply

Both of these made me laugh. Thanks.

[n/a] <~> 26-Nov-02/8:24 PM Reply

not my slice, i hope. you did save one for me, didn't you dearie? with pepperoni?

[8] horus8 27-Nov-02/12:22 AM Reply

i do not. mind you. the thing is. i was an idiot to give them the weapons to destroy me with, but i'm a sucker for people with great minds and talent. if they want to low ball me with something as trite as biceps and haircuts, of course i'm going to be pissed. i happen to be more committed to what i've achieved without brawn, to what i've achieved with it...i can't help it if this world revolves around britney's tits, and not her jewish song writer's mind. i'm working against that too, and i don't enjoy being condemned for it, nor does my best friend and co-songwriter.

[n/a] daniella › horus8 28-Nov-02/7:01 PM Reply

twas all in jest my longwinded blowfish out the hole of existential wit to which all of us succumb soon if not later....

[3] ramtheman1 18-Oct-03/2:37 AM Reply

isn't there another verse almost like this one already written?

[1] Edna Sweetlove 15-May-06/5:10 PM Reply

Rhyming bad. humour zero.