The Swan King has no power here.
I am safe with my towels
And toothbrush and poultices.
I will hide here until the day
The Swan King disappears
From all sight and memory.
I have enough water -
And people have eaten toothpaste
Despite the warning on the packet.
The Swan King has no power here.
Buffered amongst my towels,
I have just ran out of toilet paper.
The Giraffe, the mousie and me by dibkins, literature
Literature
The Giraffe, the mousie and me
We built a slide,
Up in the clouds.
To ride the ride,
We charge a penny
And did fantastic business.
The springy feet at the bottom,
Sprung you back for more fun,
No walking, no stairs,
No need to run,
For a nominal fee.
With those pennies
The giraffe bought some Bling,
and found some hoochie
and got some and forgot me
and I was sad and let him be.
The mouse put his share away,
And said "you follow me
And you will be secure
Till the day you die
(With a knife in your back)".
So I went back to the slide
That I loved and opened it
for all to ride for free,
and the customers were happy,
but my friends were gone.
I was sad
How man discovered the other by dibkins, literature
Literature
How man discovered the other
Cooooooool. best idea ever.
See you soon.
-----Original Message-----
From: dibkins
Sent: 5/13/2004 2:32:12 PM
To: dibkins
Subject: Re: No Subject
LOMG, I love you two. Why don't we meet at the brain stem and become one.
-----Original Message-----
From: dibkins
Sent: 5/13/2004 2:31:03 PM
To: dibkins
Subject: Re: No Subject
I love you.
-----Original Message-----
From: dibkins
Sent: 5/13/2004 2:30:53 PM
To: dibkins
Subject: Re: No Subject
Why thank you, I know. You are pretty cool as well.
-----Original Message-----
From: dibkins
Sent: 5/13/2004 2:30:34 PM
To: dibkins
Subject: No Subject
You are really great.
I am dibkins
read my poem
this poem
my poem
there is a metaphor here
but not in this like/as line
for the escence of the metaphor is in the seaguls
"Me, me, me,"
don't eat Nemo seagulls
not little Nemo
Punctuate.
I am dibkins
read my poem
this poem
hear me roar
The End
The End
Farewell
I was happy then.
I am happy now.
I will be happy.
I was happy then.
I am happy now.
I will be happy.
I was happy then.
I am happy now.
I will be happy.
I was happy then.
I am happy now.
I will be happy.
Hehe.
Join me.
My poetry is random,
rambling,
old men,
bird in cage,
golden,
but my circuis animals are still here.
Except the donkey - who is gone free,
and Richard parker lost at sea,
come and see the show, do see,
for a modest (lie) fee.
My poetry is random,
I can't spell,
I can't puncuate,
I use Word,
but my circuis animals are still here.
The whore and the platypus went to war
in a beautiful fuscia tank.
They took some dirty magazines
so platypus could wank.
They drew up on the battlefield -
the foe were 'ranged around,
a drunken poor young tortopoise
stood sitting on the ground.
"What ho!" began the platypus
and made the tortoise jump.
"Get up orf our battlefield
or else you'll get a thump."
"I can't," replied the tortopoise
while chewing on a cat,
I'm waiting to be ninety-three,
and wear a bowler hat.
Then I shall write bad poetry
and walk down by the strand
and swim inside a tin of beans
and lunch upon green sand."
"Well move your arse" said platypus
we
The Lack of Tits on the Radio by fyoot, literature
Literature
The Lack of Tits on the Radio
Me and you,
we're being stalked by insane Belgians,
but we need to be even more unlucky
in a bright pink Cadillac with a blanket on the back seat
and a plastic elvis on the dashboard.
We talk about polkadots and dinosaurs, and
why you never see them any more.
It's a cold and grey Chicago morn on the CD player.
I look down and watch until I'm dizzy
as the wheels turn.
What goes around comes around.
To sum up,
we're in a nutshell
being eaten by a squirrel.
Current Residence: Ireland Favourite photographer: Me Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: WinAmp Shell of choice: I don't know what that is Wallpaper of choice: A big fish off my rice Crispies Skin of choice: Some cool surfer dude Favourite cartoon character: Butters Personal Quote: "I'm a poet and I had no clue"
Hehe. I was just listening to a song called What's the only thing worse, than the end of Time? and I started typing and dancing and decided to write a poem with that title.
Don't type and dance
"What's the only thing worse, than the end of Tim?"