Petite, my treat. Each and every thing with you is so neat, La petite. Petite, my treat, Chaque chose en vous est si très soignée, Si très soignée Who are you who are you who are you? You and you're beret But until that day I will say some French words so maybe You'll understand. Petite, my treat, Chaque chose en vous est si très soignée, Si très soignée We need you we need you we need you, Save us from the sea, Be Chekov's gun for me. 'til you do I'll wait for you to Return to the scene. I love you... I thank you, I thank you, I thank you. You saved us all somehow. And also our castle, wow. Where are we now? C'mon let's See what's through here Petite, my treat, Chaque chose en vous est si très soignée, Si très soignée
Posted on 2013-10-02 07:23.
I logged in the OTT, I just felt like checking the thread. I need to coma soon; let hallucinations fill my head. "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned and showed me sand, and "Ong", was all he said. (Chorus:) Take a reload Waiters, reload the page for me; Take a Reload Waiters, And (and) (and) put the newpix on the OTT! Spoiler: They'd picked up their bags, And went walking 'long the (big) seaside When I saw Megan and Cueball were walkin' side by side. I said, "Hey, Megan, come on, leave this bald fool" She said, "He's pretty lame, but his amoeba's pretty cool" (Chorus) Hush now, you heretic, or 'suffer' for your crime. It's just ol' Charles, and He's waitin' on the End of Time. "Well, Charles, my friend, what about young La Petite?" He said, "Do me a favor, son: check if La Petite is Minim secretly!" (Chorus) A molpy hunter followed me, and he caught me in his net He said, "Oh my Randall, you're the biggest one I've seen yet" I said, "Wait a minute, M-Scha, on the Outside I'm a man" He said, "you're in here now boy, I'm-a have to check you're wingspan." (Chorus) I gotta coma, now, so I don't lose my mind I'll ketchup tomorrow morn, so I don't get left behind. Send thanks to old Randall, I hope he doesn't quit, He's kept me here so long with his words: Wait for it.
Posted on 2013-06-09 00:06.
These double-dactyls, with My love of poetry How could I not atleast Make an attempt? Learnt from example, I Saw mscha's poetry, witnessed it's beauty and Became verklemnt!
Posted on 2013-05-19 00:22.
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.
Cassini, Fantasy? Post 'pocalypticly, Madagascarian, Whence is It set? Watch silluettedly, Monochromatic'lly, Wait for revelations, We don't know yet!
Posted on 2013-05-31 06:07.
Rice liqueur, licorice, My brand new Buffyhat Placed on my head in her Very last few. Retiring tirédly Bootlegged Milliner: Hal9k-dashery Knows what to do.
Posted on 2013-06-03 07:53.
He stomps around in a popey huff Throwing things, Throwing stuff. Yelling at popey underlings, But this here self poem he sings Clearly isn't nearly enough!
Posted on 2013-06-10 05:10.
This page is truly poetic, Fhorn's started an epidemic! Gushing with rhymes, In each member chimes To add their own voice to the panic!
Posted on 2013-06-10 06:44.
I must coma now to stay alive But there's something I want to arrive: We post too many verses And suddenly: curses! A poem tops page eight one five!
Posted on 2013-06-10 06:55.
Bipitty boppity With M-scha's gif of thee I can now clearer see That plant's assault Bitch slapped across the head Desensitization To the cruel Megan, though It's all her fault!
Posted on 2013-06-14 17:05.
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.
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Posted on 2013-05-22 06:29.