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Behind the Piano
Beelzebub Started conversation Jan 6, 2001
T'was but the other day, when I found myself seated behind a piano, with my music teacher and my bloke. I was wearing a somewhat uncomfortable pear of wings of the angel variety, and the three of us whee very bored indeed, as we were not allowed to speak (did I mention that myself+bloke were in kiddies nativity?). So, we found some paper and began writing a poem. This was the result:
"Ok god he saw my strides,
and notices they wre wide
and whispered holy incense thoughts
About ten leaping lords
And once he'd finished, let me go
To watch my gangrene grow.
Flying through the air, six swords,
pinn'd me to theground above,
and sky below looked rather queer.
"Methinks the sky should be up here!"
I cried, upon whence I fell,
Like a small and unfortunate pebble."
Ta-Daa!
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