| Untitled By: Beau |
| 3 Brown bears 4 Husky hairs 5 Fat females 6 Sinbad and the sailors sitting on a seashore 7 Sisalion sailors sailing the seven seas 8 Egotistica egotist engoing egotistical extasy |
| Untitleds By: Beau |
| *I slit a sheet, the sheet I slit, now I have a slit sheet. *I'm not a figplucker nor a figpluck son. But I pick them figs until the figpluck comes. *Birdy, birdy, why did you leave that terdy on my shoe? *Fishy, fishy don't marry a one eyed, one horned, flying purple cow eater. (The next is dedicated to Joey, hehe) *Joey Stall, Joey Stall, are you the birdy that left the terdy on my shoe? |
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| Ode To A Toad By: ME |
| I went out one morning, not knowing later I'd really be mourning. I was just a little green toad which later got hit like a load. I had heard the tires schreeching towards me. But them still I could not see. Faster and faster did they come and I knew what I would soon become. Then I remember the pain, to walk I really had to strain. My eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton. and as I died I prayed for 9-1-1. |
| Untitled By: Me |
| I need you here with me, I want you to be able to see, that I think I'm in love with you and that I hope you love me too. Without you by my side, I am nothing, I have no pride. You are my only hope, my onle fear, and that's why I so badly need you here. I get this strange new feeling. One that sends my head reeling because there is no exlpanation for this wonderful sensation. |
| Fiends By: Me |
| There to guide you through hard times, sad times, and happy ones too. They'll always be there for you, no matter waht you say or do. Of course there will always be a fight but sooner or later you'll see the light and back to being friends again, you'll realize you have a special friend. |
| A Poem For Poo by: Me dedicated to Poo |
| Poo is cool, Poo is fun, Poo is yum yum in the tum! Poo goes swoosh, Poo goes plop, Poo makes funny noises in the pot!! |
| Beverly and Crystal By: Beverly |
| Beverly is cleverly, and Crystal likes to shoot her pistol, together we blow off lots of missiles. Beverly is featherly, together we make weatherly! |
| My Poems By: Beverly |
| My poems, my poems: I like to write them in my homes. When it rains, or when it shines, I will always kick your behind. Poems, poems, filled with foam. Well, this is the end of my poem so pucker up and KISS MY BUTT! |
| James By: Ember and Me |
| James is gay, when he goes to the store, he doesn't pay. People say he's quite weird, got to go, I'm hungry for beer. |
| Poo By: Me Also dedicated to Poo |
| I have a friend named Poo, he is kinda brownish. You can tickle Poo, he is very ticklish! Poo is friends to all, even if you're a jew. He like you, big or small. And if you're nice, Poo will come see you! |
| Trees By: Me |
| As I look at the trees, I see some bees. They have traveled over seas to be with the trees. |
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