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Posted: 10/18/2005 12:06:42 PM | All that phlegm, it's snot cool. ^^ har. Goat, that was a fine pumpkin ballad yesterday, lovely. And breathing, likewise a good effort.
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part 9 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
orange leering teeth--
broomstick shoved through mouth. | |
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Posted: 10/18/2005 7:39:55 PM | Howdy all. Howdy Mari, Rory and (big hi) to Breathing.
Good to see you guys here in the Barn. The pumpkin saga is still working its magic and Mari wrote a quaint ditty about snot. Two things that seem to come with the end of October.
What do I have? Something festive, of course. You know those one or two houses on a street that are always overdecorated for whatever holiday comes around? I just saw one today and it was hideous...like someone raidined WalMart and Canadian Tire for the cheapest and gaudiest decorations and hurled it on the front lawn. Bleah!
So...here we go:
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A Ghastly Display
Hideous plastic pumpkins, artificial squash
May look good to those unlettered and unwashed
But to those with an eye for style and art
And even those who couldn’t give a fart
Your orange and plasticky display
May do more than turn heads your way
I beseech you, no…I do beg
Take it down now before you get egged
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Or take it down before I kick it all down at least.
G'night all! | |
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Posted: 10/19/2005 7:14:19 AM | Good Morning everyone.
Hope your all well, here it is raining, has been for two days and I hate it, but I guess I shouldn't complain because it could very well be snowing right now....brrrr just the thought gives me shivers..
Well I have a little diddy for you, not sure where it came from last night I had words like this in my head in a song, but was to lazy to write them down, funny how inspiration hits when you are tired or to lazy..lol
Have a great day talk to you all soon,,hugsssssssss
You don’t know my name
I don’t care what they say
You don’t want more
I don’t want to go away
I need to feel you tonight
You need to be here to
I need to let myself be free
You need to help me through
You want nothing more
I want what you can give
You want to take it all
I want to again live
I can’t be what you want
You can’t be what I need
I can’t stay here for the night
You can’t fulfill my greed
You won’t see me in the morn
I won’t be here when you wake
You won’t hear from me again
I won’t need anymore to take
I will go and not look back
You will go and be free
I will not think of tonight
You will always remember me…..
Miz
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Posted: 10/19/2005 3:28:27 PM | Hi, miz ! Here's part 10 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
furtive flames reveal the leer--
scent of burnt sandalwood. | |
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Posted: 10/19/2005 6:28:36 PM | Howdy all. Howdy Miz! She returns and lends a lot of class to this shabby little barn! I loved your "little ditty" there. Changes the feel of the barn for the better, turns a paper plate and plastic fork establishment to one that has glass dishes and honest-to-Gawd flatware. Thanks, eh?
And Rory...the pumpkin rots, clots and amuses sots like me. Love it. Keep 'em coming, pardner.
As for me? Welllll....
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Kicked out the Grocery Store Again
Getting slapped with a flapjack
Is an interesting sensation
Getting fellatio from a tomato
Is considered molestation
Getting garrotted with a carrot
Borders on humiliation
But getting steamy with a zucchini
Can cause severe constipation
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I go to keep the zucchuni though...that's a good thing, right?
Well...g'night youse guys and I'll be here tomorrow. Kiss kiss. | |
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Posted: 10/19/2005 7:59:50 PM | Howdy ho to all ….
Mari_Sam - -The joys of winter and snotty noses…..ah, such fun
Miz - - Lyrical words indeed …Inspiration comes at the oddest times!! Take it and run with it….
Rory - - Sandalwood and pumpkin… hmmmm….Now that is a scent to remember
Well, Tis hard to follow the witty words of one sweet Goat - -You make me laugh, me’ Love
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Gentle words
Tumble from her lips
Silence
Falls at her feet
A quiet stillness
Covers the night
As a soul
Softly slumbers
Memories surface
Weaving tales of a heart
Blanketed by the scent of
Sycamore trees
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Sweet dreams of ....ahhh,,,,,,,,a zucchini
Anywho
G'night Y'all | |
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Posted: 10/19/2005 8:29:20 PM | As Freud would have said
Or so we have been led
To believe.....
A zucchini
Is a substitute for a weenie
And thats a fact
You can't disprove
Cos he's dead | |
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Posted: 10/20/2005 3:17:11 PM | Freud, Freud had hemmorhoids,
That's why he was always scowling;
Avoid, avoid his gloomy void
Of Oedipus blind and howling.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
candle glowing and erect
in the mysterious cave. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2005 7:27:48 PM | Fade Away
Can you hear?
Can you hear
My heart?
Can you hear my heart
Screaming out to you?
Dusk,
The dying of my light.
I look up.
I look up and I see.
I see a faint glimmer of light,
And I wonder.
I wonder if there might be
Some lost soul
On that distant world
Looking back.
Looking back at me
Looking back,
Wondering,
Wondering if there exists anyone
Anyone out there
Who could possibly feel
As insignificant as
I,
I alone,
Feel
When the universe fades away? | |
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Posted: 10/20/2005 7:40:28 PM | Howdy all...just a quick post and run tonight. Good to see Pickles here, making me laught once again. Rory too, with more from the pumpkin on the step saga. Still loving it, pardner. And hello again to Weird...excellent post. The Barn loves it. It told me so.
But for myself....let's see....dum de dum...
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A Retinkering of Sorts
Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday
His life moved like lightning greased
Christened on a Tuesday
But couldn’t partake of the following feast
Almost married on a Wednesday
But he had to work within the schedule of the priest
Became ill on a Thursday
West Nile, to say the least
Died on a Friday
The undertaker made sure he was deceased
Buried on a Saturday
The burial cost alone had his family fleeced
At the Pearly Gates on Sunday
The weekend for him had ceased
Poor, poor Solomon Grundy
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Okay...I must seek a good book and some toidy paper. G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/20/2005 9:25:08 PM | @ Rory.........
Tossing pumpkins according to Freud
Is the sort of behaviour one should avoid
But said he......
Sagaciously.....
If one must engage in this sport
One must wear a bloody good scrotal support
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Posted: 10/20/2005 9:40:46 PM | Ah, Pickles...I laughed so hard, I got gas.
Not nice gas, either...Breathing thanks you, by the way...
G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/20/2005 9:49:47 PM | Scotal supports are de rigeur
With the involuntary expulsion of Barnyard air
Gas masks too are essential
For odours that are quite primordial
HUGZZZZZZZZZZZZ K and S | |
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Posted: 10/21/2005 12:25:04 PM | 
pickles, my knackers are in a twist
Thinkin' of pumpkins falling from my wrist,
Sideswiping my scrotum, giving it a kiss
In a hallowe'en handout gone amiss.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
orange pulp clumped
on the wet pavement. | |
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Posted: 10/21/2005 8:54:05 PM | Howdy all...a post and run night tonight. Just a quickie...but first, hello to Rory and Miz. Love them words.
But first:
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Testicles will twist
In the Halloween evening
More fun than candy
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Okay...see you tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/21/2005 8:58:28 PM | Dangit! I meant to say hi to Pickles...well, and Miz too...I know she's reading...
Sorry, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/21/2005 9:05:05 PM | When I think of Trick or Treat
I rarely think of Pumpkin meat
Just a bag of tasty candy
Will be really quite dandy
God that is SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lame
but the Mods woulda blocked the other verson | |
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Posted: 10/22/2005 3:45:18 PM | 13 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
eyes a jagged scar--
the fast-flowing wax. | |
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Posted: 10/22/2005 5:12:15 PM | Howdy all...Howdy Pickles! Not so lame...not as lame as mine is tonight, if you know what I mean. And Rory...you have the spirit of the hallow weeners in you still.
As for me...too much wandering through stores and watnot has left me feeling tired of orange plastic and "scary" costumes.
Ergh..
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I Only Like the Chocolate on Hallowe’en
Orange, shiny, plastic pumpkins
Tacky tacky – oh, so tacky
Make me want to deliver thumpkins
They get me feeling smacky
Ah…so much recycled plastic
The only thing that’s worth the time
To keep me from feeling spastic
Is to compose a little rhyme
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Okay...we have to head out and be social for a little while (dammit). We shall return tomorrow...or at least I will. There will be sermon...I know you're itchy with anticpation for it. Yuh. Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/22/2005 7:38:51 PM | Howdy all,
Gotta just love having kids!!
Cooking dinner when my youngest yells
“Mom the toilet is attacking me”
I walk over to see what’s wrong
There was water out to my living room I see!!
Took ever bath towel I own to soak it up
She must have been watching it for a while
So I asked how did this happened
She said “I pooped like Dad” with a smile
I asked what she meant by that
She said “I knew it was big because”
“I had to plug my nose real tight”
“It smelled as bad as Daddy’s does”
Sam | |
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Posted: 10/22/2005 8:04:09 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^LMAO
Outta the mouths of babes....
I remember in Tampa airport,my ex had gone to the washroom and was walking back along the concourse when my daughter 21/2 at the time yells at the top of her lungs.....
DID YOU HAVE DIARRHEA DADDY????????
My ex walked right by and pretended not to know us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 10/22/2005 8:40:43 PM | When you are two,
Poo
Is fun
When you are two
You
Can get people to wipe your bum
And they will coo
How sweet
And give you a treat for being clever
And now a word for our listeners
When you are fifty two
You
Are likely to get arrested
If you want someone to wipe your bum
You're done
Like dinner
And no treat either.
where's the justice huh??????
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Posted: 10/23/2005 3:17:36 PM | Hey, where's the sermon? Is the Lawd Goat suffering from gargantuan flatulence and can't find the pulpit?
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
eyes' light gone--
Holly unzips her dress. | |
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Posted: 10/23/2005 6:46:33 PM | Sorry I'm late. Rory is right...it was nasty amd evil and the walls will need to be repainted.
Okay...a sermon...let's see.
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Psalm 118 -- The Book of Goat
After a few rounds of gof
Thy Lard hath considered
The game picketh His ass
And
Who else but a Scotsman
Wouldst be so cheap
To create a sport
In which one hitteth
A little white ball
Into some nice scenery
And spend
A whole friggen day
Looking for
The damned thing
Amen
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Just a short one today...Thy Lard was a little distracted today.
Can't hit 'em all outta the park everytime, right? Yuh.
G'night! | |
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