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ode to bacchus (Limerick) by daniella a soulless goat named bacchus
spewed not from his mouth but his back ass.
he claimed when he sat,
what came out was pure chat.
so he bought his arse a thesaurus.
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tongue in cheek
Up the ladder:
boom
Down the ladder:
Recipe for Regaining Youth
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Posted: November 26, 2002 6:48 PM PST; Last modified: November 26, 2002 6:48 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.5 Overall Rank: 12817 Comments:
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26-Nov-02/8:24 PM
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so, where have i heard that before? 'soulles goat', that is. i must have been bending too close to his brown eye. again. dammit. i love an asshole that can rhyme.
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daniella @ 200.45.50.186
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28-Nov-02/8:06 PM
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an answer to bacchus' comment on SCSS (Free verse) by Robert K Foster. me thinks he has removed his comment.
tongue in what cheek?
precisely... the double entendre. his own.
Not very good rhyming or rhythm or anything much really.
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