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Post 4841

Pierce The Pirate ~ out of Hotblack Desiato mode again ~

The Meeses in North Finnerland
are fond of Crocheting
they croch and knit
it's such a Hit
they hardly eat a Thing!

But come the Nights with Midnight Sun
it's quite another thing:
They feed on Grass
and Reindeer Moss
and stroll around and sing.

smiley - pirate


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Post 4842

paulh. Everyone is a critic!

No need to wash plates that are bare.
It's hard to find food, there's none there.
I won't get too lean:
I'll have tea with the Queen,
Then eat my own words if I dare.


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Post 4843

Rosa Baggins, (see LOTR appendix Hobbits Family trees for more information)

Mr. Big Stuff why are you always in huff over your frayed collar and cuff?
Do you still want to play blindman’s bluff when eating plum duff that makes you look tough?
Who do you think you are when driving your outlandish luxurious car as though you’re a superstar?
Do you want to travel far to visit a bazaar and even a bizarre wine bar?
Mr. Big Stuff you're never going to get my love when talking to a turtle dove.
So, if push comes to shove, I’ll spend my time painting a hollyhock and a foxglove.
Now because you wear all those fancy clothes which you bought in Melrose.
I have seen you frolicking in the meadow as you watch the crows as the wind blows and time slows.
And as you have a big fine car, oh yes you do now your living in Macaw where you ride in a horse drawn landau.
Somehow you can meow like a cat as you look up to the tree’s bough with thee and thou.
Do you think I can afford to give you my love when push comes to shove?
You look above to look at the dove hovering over the trees in the garden grove.
Now I know all the girls I've seen you with who have all created a monolith.
There are not interested in you as they all work as a silversmith and goldsmith.
I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit, by wearing a tartan kilt.
You make flowers wilt when eating banana ice cream split during Whit.
You made them sigh, when they have to learn how to fly, while others mingle with the alumni.
You notify them that you’re too busy as you’re now playing jai alai, when you’re holidaying in Versailles.
When they try to keep you happy, when they call you a happy chappie, you instead you rap when having afternoon tea.
They just try to keep you satisfied after you have had your contracts ratified.
The girls always find you in Hyde Park with your friend Clyde, who wants to play on the slide.
I'd rather give my love to a guy who's fond of eating blackberry pie.
I would even live in Ross on Rye where can I can play eye spy that keeps me spry.
To find a love that's true will help me pull through my West-End review.
I have a rendezvous with Hugh, Sue, Pru and Stu where we dine on steak fondue.
So, rather than to be fooled around and get hurt by your point of view about vindaloo.
Because when I give my love, I want love in return and an antique urn.
I yearn to learn to discern whether I should visit my friends in Berne.
Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned on they way you spurned advice from your friend Wallace Burns.
Mr. Big Stuff You're never going to break my heart when I am driving in my go-cart.
You should see me eating a raspberry tart when I am in Stuggart and when I am deep in the woods painting a stag with a hart.
Mr. Big Stuff You're never going to make me cry when I am trying to tie my necktie.
I’ll fly away, like a butterfly as I say goodbye with the fae of Shanghai while eating fish fry.


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Post 4844

paulh. Everyone is a critic!

A wealthy man drives a big car.
An angel might swing on a star.
A mouse does a jig
On the back of a pig.
A dress rides up on Jamie Farr.


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Post 4845

Rosa Baggins, (see LOTR appendix Hobbits Family trees for more information)

Wolverine looking for Bub who's his imaginary friend

Hey, my name is Wolverine and I am the dancing queen.
I am good at what I do and what I do is not very nice.
I look like a teen and I am the first to arrive at the scene
as I fight with my metal claws and my fish slice.
I am looking for my very dear imaginary friend Bub
who keeps on going off with Deadpool and his friend Bob.
He’s always either at the night club or at the pub
when he explains on how he sobs over the kitchen hob over his lost key hob.
So along with the other members of the X-men who will go looking for him
as we try to get him home to Professor Charles Xavier’s mansion.
I will tell Professor Xavier that he always does this when on a whim
on trying to assist in the diverse mutant population’s expansion.


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Post 4846

paulh. Everyone is a critic!

Storm and Dark Phoenix and I
Were hiding inside a large pie.
The blackbirds all sang
(They were quite a gang),
'Til Sauron our hideout did spy.


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