| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 7:30:53 AM | Hey, Bird, that almost sounds like a punk song. Just end it with a repeated refrain of "Oy hate the berloody gowt!" until your voice gives out and Johnny Rotten would be proud.
And ramakanth, I did visit your site and I did post a contribution. It's kind of like a Bali-wood movie, though -- there's something going on and it might be interesting but be darned if I can figure it out. Aren't I supposed to win a BMW? Where are the fabulous prizes? Sheesh.
Anyhoo....here's today's contribution. The song stuck in my head on this rainy day is "Manic Monday". What I wouldn't do to Susanna Hoffs (that's her name, right?....grrrr....)
Here we go, for good or for ill:
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Just Another Wacky Wednesday
Six o'clock already and I was just
In the middle of a dream
I was eating a box of donuts
And licking off the Boston Creme
But I can't be late because
(but then there's always sick pay)
These are the days when
I wish I was busy getting laid
It's just another wacky Wednesday
Wish it were Friday
Better yet, make it a payday
That's the good day
It's just another wacky Wednesday
Got to find my bike seat because
I would suffer undue contusions
it's very hard to bike with
those painful anal intrusions
Where's that damn seat?
Here we go....
Time goes so fast, when you're having fun
It's just another wacky Wednesday
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Yeah, that was awful. Oh well. If you have any concerns, please find a brick wall and address your concerns to that. The Goat is out. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 7:34:58 AM | i got the flea spray
the goat is now ready
he has wandered astray
eating gothic's teddy
i'll pressure wash him again
then apply the spray
when it's time for din-din
the fleas will be away
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 8:06:53 AM | Oy hate the berloody Gowt!
Oy hate the berloody Gowt!
Oy hate the berloody Gowt!
When will he gow a-why?
Oy! Oy! Oy! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 7:27:44 PM | Thanks, Zee. Did I ever mention that you lend integrity to these forums? I didn't? Well, you do. Thank you for the kind words -- they inspire me to do better.
what can one say to someone who gives the umph to all that i read here, dont change, its wonderful reading you.... | |
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| Re: 's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 7:34:02 PM | Master GoatSmell
…Archer go on!...
E' un piacere ed un onore conoscerti!
Melina | |
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| Re: 's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/7/2004 7:59:14 PM | | goat may put the "umph" in here, but i give it that "oh, hell no he didn't just say that!!!" | |
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Posted: 7/7/2004 8:09:48 PM | You put the "ram" in the "ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong"....but I am the Umph Master. I am the Umph-pire!
Thanks to Zee and Melina. And even Bird, just for the "oh" factor. | |
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Posted: 7/7/2004 8:11:30 PM | | you and your ram ding dong- we are inpressed with your barn yard sexcapapes. | |
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Posted: 7/8/2004 8:26:49 AM | Howdy ya'll. I'm glad Bird's impressed (or "inpressed") with my barnyard sexcapades. Unless his grammar was mangled by his lack of sleep and he isn't impressed -- either way, I can't fault him.
Ah, Melina...I'm honoured to have met you as well through this wild tangle-jungle of a forum. I finally translated what you wrote yesterday. My Italian is far worse than my French, so it took some time.
Zee...mysterious mistress of the mad word. You get a coupon for a free goaty hug, redeemable any time.
But it's another day and another improvised poem is gestating. I'm going to continue on the weekly theme, if you don't mind:
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Ah, Thursday.
The forgotten middle-child of the week
There she stands right before the gates
Of the Almighty Weekend
Elder sister Wednesday holding the balance
Younger Friday holding promises
Of time away from work
Of adventure to behold
Every second work-week
Thursday is the holder of paycheques
But other than that, she isn’t
All that special to me.
Thursday is another day before
The Good Stuff happens
The golf game erupts
The coffee becomes day-old
Well, like today.
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And awaaaayyyyyy......
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Posted: 7/8/2004 11:19:58 AM | | inpressed- as in going into the house not to see a goat humping something. | |
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| Re: 's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/8/2004 7:19:42 PM | there once was a goat from saskatoon
smelly and filthy and cussing a storm
would rather lay on a sandy dune
than suffer any more of the status norm
pressure washed in side and out
this was a first prize-winning goat
this was a fact beyond doubt
until he covered himself with a gravy boat.
gravy on his breath and gravy on his fur
gravy on hooves and gravy on the ground
a distempered goat they did spur
not pretty at all to be around!
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/9/2004 8:15:37 AM | Heh heh. I *like* that one. But did I manage to cover myself with just one gravy boat? I think it would have taken several gallons of gravy to cover all of the goat....mmm...gallons of gravy...
Thanks Bird. Did I inspire you?
Well, here's another. I wrote this on the back of a memo this morning, cleaned it up and dropped it here. There's a song lyric in there that I lifted from some song but I can't remember what song or what artist. It's been in my head for a while. And, keeping on the "Days of the Week" theme, here it is:
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Fridayed To Death
Friday's here and she's just outside
Wild and gorgeous, she's just out of reach
She'll wait patiently until the time has come
When your obligations are completely met
When the clock rolls around to the late afternoon
The bored tension seizes you by your throat
And it may shake you like a dog with a rat
But your rationale kicks in and the clock guides your way
In a few hours, you can embrace this day
And follow her into evening if you may
The night will be spent with furtive glances
But enough beer will open doors that were sealed so well
So just shut your eyes and hold your breath
And kiss her lips and catch your death
Oh, Friday can hurt you
She's a movie star in a magazine
She'll bite your shoulder to stifle the screams
Oh, Friday can ruin you
When Saturday comes you see Friday bare
Naked and cold and food in her hair
You wondered what you'd seen in that stark clear light
And carry that denial to the next Friday night
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In memoriam of my younger years and the former Friday night pub crawls. Rest in peace. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/10/2004 9:13:43 AM | Morning again. And lookit this! Another poem, fresh like a McDonald's breafast served by a virgin. Wait...I had that yesterday...
Anyhoo...here's a another load of something for you:
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One Saturnine Morning
Saturday is a day of choice
You can pick up where you left off
With Friday
And stampede out to catch
The hair of the dog one more time
Or you can recover your senses
Check for mystery bruises
Or tatoos, or loose teeth
And watch cartoons in your gonch
Or you can have a cup of coffee
And listen to the world wake up
And hear your heart gather its pulse
And know you have a whole week after this
To rest for the next one
Saturday regards us impassionately
Allows us to make the rules
And may goad us on with sardonic wit
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See you here tomorrow.
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/10/2004 7:09:26 PM | worthless thread, worthless thread
how many more can pop up
until people see their predecessors dead
many crappy ones to choose from
anyone from name that town
bette midler ,ronald reagan
who has had sex with a clown
is anyone here a pagan
when will it all end
all the good threads
we have to defend
and push upward on the list
goatsmell and i try hard
but we are getting pissed.
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/10/2004 7:21:44 PM | | you broke your what?.....this is my mind----->*&%$#@! tryin to figure out what the heck that is!.....HAHAHA | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/10/2004 7:25:14 PM | | it's that thing that has to do with timing in verse. i had it in the shower and it fell down the drain. oh, well. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/10/2004 7:41:37 PM | fleas, fleas, everywhere fleas
all over the poor ol' goat
from his hooves to his knees
bitten from head to toe
poor ol' goat is dying from this
where's his help- do not know
some will wash away in his piss
in his fecal matter or his spit
but,i don't want to be around
when he has that flea-bitten shit!
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