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Our Way
My Way, Frank Sinatra
And now The End has come And so we face the final newpix Others, they'll say it's done To which I'll say there's still a few tricks We've lived a Time that passed While Meg and Cue hiked every which-way And more, much more than this I OTTed my way Mustard, we've seen a few But then again too few to mention We did what we had to do The flames were quenched, avoiding tension I planned to get more sleep Each chirpin' frame along the ONG day And wait, oh we did wait I OTTed my way Yes there were filks, I saw them too When I tried to watch but coma'd through And through the fade when there was doubt When Cueball Pfffth'd and spit it out We shared some cake We shouted Snake We OTTed our way I've ONGed, I've laughed and cried Obeyed decrees, and I've been ninja'd The threats of comfy chair And speak of steaks, badly singéd To think we did all that And it's been fun, those ghastly puns Oh yes, we got some hats We OTTed our way For what are OTTers, what have we got If not the pix, then just the OTT We'll sing those songs that scarcely rhyme With Beanish words from out of Time The pix that glow, the OTTed prose I OTTed my way Yes, it was our way
Posted on 2013-08-03 15:27.
The Raft of Meg and Cue
The Good Ship Lollipop, Shirley Temple
I've lost most of my stuff even my dilgunerang I did score a brand new bag, a thwap stick for my man. Some day I'm setting sail building a sandcastle and when I do how would you like to join my crew? On the raft of Meg and Cue it's a long trip with not much to do to where beanies stay on the ile d'if near the cote d'azure our sandcastle crumbling mysterious chirps in the air and there you be sailing up to a baobab tree see the wowterfall so big and tall getting drownded in the flood<?> if it hurts too much ow, ow, use a flag to stop the blood On the raft of the Oh Tee Tee it's a weird trip where snakes are bees molpys run away on the One True Waiting strip
Posted on 2013-07-26 16:18.
