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A piece i shall never play again (Free verse) by ==Doylum You accompany my lilting piccolo,
with your discord on the grand,
your attempts at virtuosity,
let me known theres no demand,
for the the ripple of your timpany
as you squeal on my trombone
metronome means nought to you
Your pizzicato has no tone
To you there is no harmony
A hyme to all thats dire
you twang upon those strings of mine
like your trying to break the lyre
A cappella you are awful
The organ will play no more
Alas theres no creschendo
This HAS happened to you before
T'would be a comic opera
if the choir were the wise
don't tell them i beg, i plead
and i shall remain the bass between your thighs
Up the ladder:
Another Fucking Slow, Sad Song
Down the ladder:
St. Germain & The Charismatically Uncomitted
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Posted: August 14, 2002 4:30 PM PDT; Last modified: August 14, 2002 4:30 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.0 Overall Rank: 1287 Comments:
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Tarquin De La Bog @ 62.7.134.133
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14-Aug-02/4:51 PM
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Not bad. 6. A nice ending, to what otherwise was a disappointing piece.
This is an very personal poem, about my utter disgust at schools and their inability to give good blowjobbery lessons. Don't use yer teeth, don't try to rip it of with yer hand, and don;t gag on it. Simple really. It hurts me that you don't like it, it was a painful poem to write, as unpleasant as the lass who inspired it.
what a riot...definetly a rockford fosgate 12" woofer. 8/10??
now that's entertainment. nice metaphors, sirrah. and what's the lesson in all of this? she'll never play that piece again; that's for damn sure. leave it to the professionals???
I'm noones sirrah my dear, i thank you to refrain from patronising me even though i am a poor wretch. Who chafed your mammary or perhaps memory. does it smart i know i'm not i see no lessons cept that to be red is good to be green is bitter. Listen to the propaganda it teaches how to make a ripe plum, but helps to keep the flowers shut.
You got a knack for rhymning. Not enough sentiment though.
Ya you are right this is um... a very personal poem, lol. But it is a good one at that. Interesting but good!
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when I was a kid i always tried to see how far I could stick the tape in my father's tape measures out before it flopped over.
Sometimes I'd get it out 10 or 12 feet, on a good $20 tape measure. Always I'd try to ease it out farther; always it'd flop before the end of the tape. Whenever I fucked up a $20 tape measure, I got a good licking. 219 view(s)
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