Here we go round the wowterful tree The wowterful tree The wowterful tree Here we go round the wowterful tree So early in the mornip. All around the wowterful tree The molpy chased the squirpy The molpy thought 'twas all in fun, Pop! goes the squirpy.

Posted on 2013-09-16 14:58 by SBN.

Stalkery Walkery BlitzGirl remarkably represents many things we wish to be Quick-ely Sick-ely It could be quite creepy If we're to research the things said by she.

Posted on 2013-05-23 03:27 by ChronosDragon.

In Time we heed certain creeds: the sea is big Revealed by our prophets: the river is small Cuegan's brief rare dialogues: the tree is neat Recorded, hid in footnotes: the fire is old Mystic exposition: empty, beautiful And of course lord Randall's own words: wait for it When I first stumbled all alone into It A panel as per thrice a week, nothing big Two folk on a beach, so zen and beautiful Left it alone thinking it something small Returned later and saw not panel of old An oh so slow changing image, I thought 'Neat' Curious about the rules of all things neat I wiki'd and found a religion 'bout it In needle pulled form, 400 pages old I feared to blitz, for time was scarce, pages big I joined in, threw in my voice, though it is small I could not bypass something so beautiful I Learned the terms, the mad tongue so beautiful I met the folk so kind, funny and neat Hunted for the molpy, secretive and small The varied creation pile, I fed some to it Speculated heresy, theories big For food I gave sorbet to replace the old If time ended I could not go back to the old I've changed, witnessing this thing so beautiful I can't undrink from the salty sea so big I forever shall regard the trees as neat There's double meaning when I say wait for it The man I was pre-OTT was someone small Outside now throws my way many matters small Narnia style, will I one day grow too old? Ok, that worry's senseless, do it ignore it Have faith that OTC's forever beautiful Believe in GLR, science-god so neat He knows what he's doing like the trees so big ~It needs small words , sestina the beautiful I'm a whole six stanzas old, and its still neat Though I'm tired of it's 39 lines; so big~

Posted on 2013-05-23 06:07 by ergman.

Beesnakes flitting in the air Mopliflies buzzing without care Are you there just for flare? Or for something more sinistare?

Posted on 2013-05-23 07:37 by pelrigg.

Ongkety gongkety posted by newpixbot 'cause it is quiet and nobody posts. Must be the weekend, when even our BlitzGirl in I5-North-traffic-jam here only ghosts.

Posted on 2013-05-23 15:43 by mscha.

VERSION 1: Sand nil height, hourglass mite.-------Animals, drought shines light, Time, Ben?-- lonely mus'c.--------------Biolum'nescently. Challenge accept'd! Subm'rine pure.---Meg'n, Cueball, Princ'ss Peach trued, What conquers all?-----------------------Clan quest: Warhol. VERSION 2: Sand midnight, hourglass lithe,--------Animal's droughts shined light, Timely en noble mus'c.------------------Biolum'nescently. Challenge accept'd! Subm'rine's peri.--Meg'n, Cueball, Princ'ss Peach stride-- Life conquers all.-------------------------Liquor, scene fall. ("peri" meaning periscope) VERSION 3: Sand holes mite, hourglass night-------Animal's droughts shone lights Worry en sylph unto----------------------Tryphon-Sunflowery Challenge accepted, Baum!--------------Megan Dee, patch Cueball. (Should that be "Megan, patch Cueball Dee"?) Randall Munroe.---------------------------Murder Naal, lo! ("Tryphon-Sunflowery" being derived from the literal translation of Tryphon Tournesol-- which is apparently Herge's orginal name for Cuthbert Calculus in the Tintin series-- and "Naal" meaning the murder movie Andha Naal)

Posted on 2013-05-24 04:25 by Artemis_Wolf.

Doggerel woggerel, jjjdavidson says that he favours a poem I wrote. Touched to be noticed, I find myself suffering globus-hystericus¹. ¹Lump in the throat.

Posted on 2013-05-24 15:07 by AnotherKevin.

Molpy singing in the dead of night Take these broken wONGs and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for it's moment to arrive. Fly, molpy, fly...

Posted on 2013-05-24 15:07 by rvloon.

Higgledy-piggledy! Clay-lairs Architect told us to "Wait for it." Steady, the lad! Gilded-hype, giggly (characteristically) twit -- oft idolatrous -- halted, yet sad.

Posted on 2013-05-24 19:57 by Qalyar.

Randall moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea¹ And rides upon the sea level rising event. Deep in unfathomable rivers² Of never failing skill He treasures up His neat designs And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful knights, fresh courage take; The Molpies ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Creator by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every newpix; The berry may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the grape. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; Randall is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

Posted on 2013-05-24 21:38 by mscha.