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The story of the myopic fishwife OR She: A muse t' me (Free verse) by ==Doylum She cast the line to catch the Capon
She cant in dark deep pools see
Though blind of sight there was the vision
Of what she imagines her prey to be
She sketched it out from fleeting visions
Spied through the glassy sheen
And though her paints are fine as any
There not the whole thats to be seen
This Venus? born of tiny pond
With coptic mars to stay the rumble
Till the catch is in the net
For the subjects eyes to tumble
Cause i know you do, deep down, deep deep
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep down.
Fuck your so deep compaired to the shallow
puddle of bladder water that is doylum.
Up the ladder:
actually chicken and mushroom pies are nice too
Down the ladder:
Poetic Soup [revised]
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Posted: July 18, 2002 9:29 AM PDT; Last modified: August 17, 2002 9:39 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.286087 Overall Rank: 3724 Comments:
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17-Aug-02/9:53 PM
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touche.
i'll be happier when the capon's home to roost. put your masterpiece back up, if you like. i laughed my ass off when i saw the title o' this one.
it's like blind date meets jackass. jackass. it's funnier then two horse flys fucking on a mercedes hood ornament doing 90 on the freeway(oh i forgot, you're from the lands of fairy mounds, a freeway is a paved multi lane express way that cars use to get from point a to b quicker unless you're in new york or l.a then it becomes a parking lot full of every asshole the imagination can contrive, looking around, at everyone else looking around) may i also tread urine in your bladders puddle. the ocean was a bit cold today, i could use a good golden shower soaking. thanx.
don't you mean cisternian?
thank you for you amusing stories of donkeys and what was that? paved path ways? Its like someone tickled my little marshmellow and i suddenly saw the light, it blinded, it was brilliant, now i dread to open my eyes for its mightyness fills the screen. Oh no its just the pro. strumming his strings again.
well if the cistercians are cisternian, i suspect they'd wear brown ones.... or maybe a brownish yellow, due to all the vegetables last night?
and the crustaceans are going wilde
i thought we had shorned our cowlicks, and moved on, but i see you are bristling with pit viper spit this evening..and after i voted on your skid marks and everything..you sir, are incorrigable, and reeking of stout and spuds..i would love to strum a bit more for you, but my electric mandolin has been pawned to cover my porn and drug expenses. aspirin, and red haired harlots are grwing more and more expensive as the moon wanes..we can only pray for a good waxing soon..care to spoon for my last canadian loon?
the spooning, or the pharmocueds and porn..well..we could learn something from one anothers nude bent to comfort sentiments as far as the spooning goes, and the other answer would be cuz the re(pub)licans are in office, and we know how they feel about abortions and petty drug arrests, not to (overall point is sexy porn stars are afraid to knock boots and get loaded due to late night abuse by undersexed fossil fuel lobbyists. shit! none of that made a bit of sense did it..okay i'll settle for 'why not'?...speaking of settle..wonder where he's been hiding lately?
you are a cheeky devil..i like that seven oclock bit..way to through off the blood hounds..you're a crafty mick that's for certain, i think it was rather 5 hours earlier than seven..then again i am a paranoid insomniac.maskless and subject now to natural erosion. damn. good nite
i've never been through a blood hound, neither have i ever thrown one. If you'd noticed my penchant is for two legged beasts (beasts being the operative word), but don't let that stop you, presumabley they wouldn't get to upset, whats that saying of yours. don't worry darling, I'm SMALL in your SMALL arse, or something of that ilke. No i'm sure the hounds wouldn't mind. Time, Yes tricky to get ones head round, however we don't all operate on "central time" some of us live elsewhere than the centre of the universe.
Bathos is Greek for going down on Forever at the electorial bath house votathon and Binge sale.
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