flutterbee flew so far from the ground (he flew so his ups outnumbered his down) chirps ribbits hedgemolps ott-ers we wished he didn't but still he did megan and cue (brave and the bald) looked at flutterbee soon enthralled a thousand lifetimes of water and sand sea dunes trees land children stayed (lapetite we knew but soon we forgot as newpix grew river grapevine snake mountain) the molpies molped by more and more wowtrees are so wow in leaf the hills are oof and dull our grief bug by face and snake by bee flutterbee's wings were all to her moreworlds maybe are different said her sayings and faced his doubt (pause stare speech and then) they climbed their cliffs and hiked their path soar flit fly sweep (and only the frame could then witness the pain how beesnakes are apt to forget to remember don't fly so your ups outnumber your down) one pix flutterbee died i guess (the raptor swooped a rapid pace) waiting folk watched the contrail fade little by little and frame by frame river small and sea is deep and more by more the trail is steep molpies and cuegan live by newpix turn by timeframe and dream by us. megan and cue (by ong not bing) footfalls fall and beesnakes wing thousand lifetimes of water sand sea dunes trees land
Posted on 2013-06-18 11:43 by BlitzGirl.
Alas, poor Beesnake! I knew him, Cueball. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent wings. He hath flown upon his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here flapped those wings that I have watch'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your filks? your flashes of flight that were wont to set Megan on a climb? Not one now, to mock your own spinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her climb a cue tall, to this sea she must come. Make her laugh at that.
Posted on 2013-06-17 18:26 by fhorn.
There's nothing quite so cute as a peculiar hedgemolpy Curls up so you can't see his face, that little wedgemolpy He molps around atop his hill out on a ledgemolpy But goes too far and then he rolls right off the edgemolpy (Poor hedgemolpy)
Posted on 2013-06-14 07:38 by BlitzGirl.
Wait for it, Wait for it, We all must wait for it. Wait for it, Wait for it, We all must wait for it. And waiting for it is neat, Running is not really neat. Wait for it, Wait for it, We all must wait for it.
Posted on 2013-08-10 00:52 by TheMinim.
Wanted to showcase how M-S-C-H-A has Taken this poetry Up as his norm. Fifteen great works of art Through which he showed us that doublydactylies Took us by storm.
Posted on 2013-05-20 17:25 by Valarya.
'Twas brillig, and the sandy slopes Did gyre and gimble ('spite lack of waves) All beachy were the castle-rows And the molpys outgrabe. "Beware the Ignorance, Cuegan! The whys that gnaw, the hows that itch! Beware the shrug-shrug bird, and shun The flooded seaside ditch!" They took dilgunnerangs in hand; Long time the water's source they sought -- So rested she by the Baobab tree; He stood awhile in thought. And, as in endless pix they sought, The Ignorance, with wormy brain, Came pressing down upon their thought, And hid the source of rain. One, two! One, two! And through and through The uffish pair pressed on the track! They forged ahead, to river's head And went galumphing back. "And, has thou o'ercame the Ignorance? Come to my arms, my plucksome pair! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in joyful air." 'Twas brillig, and the sandy slopes Did gyre and gimble ('spite lack of waves) All beachy were the castle-rows And the molpys outgrabe.
Posted on 2013-05-28 05:37 by nerdsniped.
Woo! Seven three times! Aw, mustard. I ruined it. Seven seven eight.
Posted on 2013-06-10 04:51 by BlitzGirl.
And so we built our castle by the sea. But soon the waters from their ancient bed Rose salty 'til our pleasant day turned sad, And so we left our beach. With bags and bottles, curious and free, We left behind our land so bright and dry In search of rain or river. What could add To our sea's placid reach, Our dying castle nigh? Past bird and vine and bee, o'er stream and scree, For days we journeyed, by our questions led To unimagined vistas, hearts made glad By all our world could teach, By all our eyes could spy. Though trash we found, no people did we see. By day small creatures scurried through the lea. By night the stars o'erspanned the crystal sky Or fell in streaks above our shelt'ring tree. Men's sign grew stronger ─ vines, a fence, a shed ─ But still no men. A black beast, hunger-mad, Attacked us, to be driven off unfed, A flag our bandage, folded to a pad. A distant tower gave us hope we'd reach Someone to help ─ Look! ─ Do they hear our cry?
Posted on 2013-08-22 05:45 by jjjdavidson.
It's Ketchup Time, Cmon grab your parens we'll go to silhouetted, sstickfolk filled lands with Cueball the bald and Girl the Megan The thread will never end, it's caffeinesemencancerbabies- TIME!
Posted on 2013-05-15 01:44 by ergman.
Tilt-a-whirl, knit 'n' purl Megan and squirpy-squirrel Foraging warily Under a tree. Tame beast, or feral beast? Either way, up the tree -- Madagascarily? Wait, and we'll see!
Posted on 2013-05-27 16:41 by partingLance.