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Posted: 8/12/2005 11:07:56 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 8/13/2005 3:13:16 PM EDT by diabolical_chicken]
Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the momeraths outgrabe!




Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:22:29 PM EDT
Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:22:42 PM EDT
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch.'
Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:33:22 PM EDT
Oi ... flashbacks. I had to memorize that poem when I took British Heritage back in high school.
Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:35:13 PM EDT
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Then rested he by the tum-tum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.



Waxing poetic tonight, DC?
Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:42:29 PM EDT
Damn Jabberwocky.
Link Posted: 8/12/2005 11:45:37 PM EDT
I have a jabberwocky
In the form of Heights,The dentist and other fears I cannot explain or express
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 12:05:41 AM EDT
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 2:04:07 AM EDT
I find it difficult to click on that little dot

One! two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 5:23:15 AM EDT
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


It took me forever to even SEE the little dot!!



Link Posted: 8/13/2005 6:20:48 AM EDT
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 6:54:26 AM EDT
[Last Edit: 8/13/2005 3:17:13 PM EDT by diabolical_chicken]
The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings
Calloo, Callay, come run away
With the cabbages and kings.






Link Posted: 8/13/2005 7:04:59 AM EDT

Originally Posted By SP1Grrl:
What...the...hell...are...you...people...talking...about?!?!?!?




Jabberwocky by Lewis Caroll.
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 7:48:45 AM EDT
[Last Edit: 8/13/2005 7:50:01 AM EDT by JohnnyMcEldoo]
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come
So peter piper, I’m hyper than pinochio’s nose
I’m the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you’ve got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo where’s the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly brooklyn boy’s about to get his, dig
My waist bone’s connected to my hip bone
My hip bone’s connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone’s connected to my knee bone
My knee bone’s connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the ovaltine, I’d rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, let’s spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx

Well I’ll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko or I’ll pulverize mcgruff
’cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe
All aboard, cast away, hey where’s my boogaloo?
Oh I’m steaming, agony
Why’s everybody always picking on me
They call me puddin’ tane, and rap’s my game
You ask me again and I’ll t-tell you the same
’cause I’m the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick ’em up freeze
So no park sausages, mom, please
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
Crazy dazy shot the sheriff, yup and I shot the gift
And that’s pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my nestle’s cup of cocoa
Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I’m coming around the stretch
So here fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I’m the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy winnie the pooh bad boy blue,
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like roscoe b. coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like chubby checker
I take my froot loops with two scoops, make it double decker
Oh vince, the baby come to papa duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
I went from gucci to stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To zsa zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
Tally ho i-I’ll take my stove top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe I’ll shoot ’em now, nope maybe I’ll shoot ’em later, yep
I used to have a dog and bingo was his name oh, so uh
B - I - n - g - o-oh
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx



keeping it rill ode skool style in the ninety deuce
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 8:46:01 AM EDT
Twas ne'er time
to gig the rhyme
so rhyme I did
and rhyme I do
until you flip your lid
I did I do I did I do
------
A rhyme I say
A say I rhyme
'til suppertime
at suppertime
'til you're mine
A rhyme I say
for suppertime
----
oh please do not
do not I say
break my heart
any day
on a train
on a boat
or crossing over a castle moat

Ah... thanks DC for the chance
to say a little nonsense chant
until the rest of you turn blue
with another line or two
I cannot stop
dancing with a mop
no a broom
I'm a loon
dibble dibble dop
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 9:58:51 AM EDT
this can truely be my first WTF post
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 10:17:39 AM EDT

Originally Posted By SigZiggy:
I find it difficult to click on that little dot






It keeps drunk people from being able to enter the thread... eye/hand coordination thing... can't focus on the dot and click at the same time...
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 11:47:26 AM EDT
There once was a lady from Whimsley...
Reproached for not acting more primly.
She Cried, "Heavens above, I know sex isn't love...
But it's such an attractive facsimile."



<knows DC was aiming for more high-brow stuff...but that's all I got >
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 12:33:42 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 8/13/2005 3:18:57 PM EDT by diabolical_chicken]
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail.
And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale.
How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws.
And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.







Link Posted: 8/13/2005 3:12:27 PM EDT
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 6:29:35 PM EDT

Originally Posted By npd233:

Originally Posted By SigZiggy:
I find it difficult to click on that little dot






It keeps drunk people from being able to enter the thread... eye/hand coordination thing... can't focus on the dot and click at the same time...



It was a trap
Link Posted: 8/13/2005 7:18:03 PM EDT

Originally Posted By PlaymoreMinds:

<knows DC was aiming for more high-brow stuff...but that's all I got >


There was a young woman from Arden
Who sucked off a man in a garden.
He said, "My dear Flo,
Where did all that stuff go?"
And she said *gulp* "Beg your pardon?"

Hey, I got your back! I didn't want you to be low-brow all by yourself!
Link Posted: 8/15/2005 2:14:26 PM EDT

Originally Posted By PlaymoreMinds:
There once was a lady from Whimsley...
Reproached for not acting more primly.
She Cried, "Heavens above, I know sex isn't love...
But it's such an attractive facsimile."



<knows DC was aiming for more high-brow stuff...but that's all I got >



Now I am wondering if this is what inspired Douglas Adam's "Vogon Poetry"


Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid ?????????????
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.



Hmm.....
Link Posted: 8/15/2005 6:05:07 PM EDT

Originally Posted By Kacer:

Originally Posted By PlaymoreMinds:
There once was a lady from Whimsley...
Reproached for not acting more primly.
She Cried, "Heavens above, I know sex isn't love...
But it's such an attractive facsimile."



<knows DC was aiming for more high-brow stuff...but that's all I got >



Now I am wondering if this is what inspired Douglas Adam's "Vogon Poetry"


Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid ?????????????
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.



Hmm.....



my brain hurts now...I am telling my mommy!!!!!!!!!!!
Link Posted: 8/15/2005 6:06:53 PM EDT
What is it about a thread titled "." that just makes me click it?
Link Posted: 8/16/2005 3:30:57 PM EDT
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 8:04:34 AM EDT
There once was a man from Helsinki
Who dabbled in things that were Kinky.
He liked sex with things
Like coils and springs,
so Keep him away from Your Slinky!

Link Posted: 8/17/2005 8:11:28 AM EDT
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 8:37:31 AM EDT
there once was a man from nantuckett whose ...........

oops sorry bout that wrong kind of dialog all together.
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 8:38:30 AM EDT
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 12:35:23 PM EDT
I have nothing to add at the moment. Just wanted to make sure I could still click on the dot
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 12:44:10 PM EDT

Originally Posted By SigZiggy:
I have nothing to add at the moment. Just wanted to make sure I could still click on the dot



Trust me, Sig, I think most women would have no problem with clicking on a dot.
No problem whatsoever.

Link Posted: 8/17/2005 4:10:26 PM EDT
Took me two tries this time
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 4:58:14 PM EDT
Sorry, buy I have to checkout all dot threads.



Colt_SBR
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 5:00:33 PM EDT
SOMEONE needs to lay off the Ganja..........
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 5:06:36 PM EDT
Is it just a hormone thing?
Link Posted: 8/17/2005 6:29:28 PM EDT
Twinkle twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at?
Up above the world so high
Like a tea tray in the sky





Link Posted: 8/17/2005 6:31:35 PM EDT
One click this time.

I'm on fire! FIRE I say!!!

My memories of you go by
like rows of butterflies on crutches.
We were the blind desperately unbuttoning the blind,
lost in the blur of the forbidden.
Until your voice, like the shock of cold chicken,
ripped my heart out
and beat it like a seal pup,
into your front porch.
Suddenly, my life was invaded
by a drunken synchronized-swim team of emotions...
As the book of my soul began to fill with coffee rings.
Now I know that my life is a only metaphor,
for something infinitely worse -
But your cruelty can never keep its freshness.
One day, your beauty too, will be gone
like lost socks from a dryer.
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