You thought the last of me was seen!

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Evan_Mann

Guest
Clotted cream and mother's milk
Is on the table drenched in silk.

When dogs attack the helpless fleas
I can not scratch my father's knee.

Why does the blood lamb bite it's tail?
Is it to make the sail boats sail?

Does it not know (and Mary too)
That all the hooves will turn to glue?

Is Mommy fat because she eats
Or is it the evil of the beets

That come at night to kill us all
Because we can not catch a ball?

I go to pick the furry fruit
And find a girl to clean the suit

That I must burn to see my grave.
(It's not a hole, it's just a cave)

It's nice to see a friendly face
Although I blush at your disgrace.
 
R

Ransac

CPA Trash Man
Not this again.


Creamed cuts and borish pies
Light the kumquats from mountain sky
Burgundy keys and lazarus pens
watch the sky for flapping penguins

*Ransac sneaks up behind Evan_Mann with a net.*



Ransac, cpa trash man
 
M

MrXarvox

Guest
Rile the sea, said he, and thee
did rip the lot from fine degree
I bought a pram to tote some scree
and foilt the edge with filigree.

Aint seen a fish, the lame old man
what filled a water full of can
a cube is true, one inch to span
whilst locked, like an american.
 
G

Gizmo

Guest
"My ears" the old man did decree
He'd never heard such poetry,
as truly bad as this before -
"Shut up!", quoth the Raven, nevermore.
 
M

MrXarvox

Guest
"it's bad on purpose" said the fox
whilst pelting gizmo with some clocks.
 
R

Ransac

CPA Trash Man
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
Kumquat laven, circum fat


*Ransac throws the net over Evan_Mann.*

Maybe we can hit him with milk this time?


Ransac, cpa trash man
 
G

Gizmo

Guest
"Clocks?" the old man said, "Clocks?"
Have you no rocks?
For clocks will never hurt me.

Of timepieces I have no fear,
You must try harder my dear.
I scoff at you, cant you see?

Sticks and stones you require,
Although of rhyming I now tire.
Err, tum-ti-diddly-dee.

:D
 
T

theorgg

Guest
Caout Rack? About Whack!
Thru tendrail and hannd
samackawit Attackwit!
layie inae sanne
 
M

MrXarvox

Guest
How about a syringe then.
Filled with shyte from a septic hen.

"That hurts" the old man cried in pain
"I've septic hen shyte in my vein"


:D :D :D
 
E

Evan_Mann

Guest
And why is it you'd treat me thus?
Did I offend or hurt?
That net will bind, my hair will muss
And I'll fall to the dirt.

Are all your guests bound and captured
Just for dropping in?
Did my verse sound so perverse
That you'd thought I'd sinned?

Just for that, I shall say this:
Rumble, Tumble, Toss
Flim Flam Man and Garbage Cat
Stale pickles for the boss.

Willie's six and killed a man.
Mary's over there
Looking for the Goat Boy's den
And polishing her hair.

My eye! My eye! You stab at me
With withered words of white
Spattered taters and olive rinds
I shall be lonely, but not tonight.
 
R

Ransac

CPA Trash Man
Your words do not fret
your openings I must protest
for it is the kumquat lisenced fiend
that sees the the open possibility

You are but a punching bag
a wooden rock with scag
That I poke fun at with flies
But not when I see the skies


(A.k.a. No personal reason why I am attacking you. You just happened to be someone that I found funny enough to trap in cages and nets.)


Ransac, cpa trash man
 
M

MrXarvox

Guest
Evan_Mann is no victim here
for in a net, you've nought to fear
You've mesh about your leg and arm
protecting you from any harm.

You say it can be permeated?
If so, thou shalt be fustigated,
Remove the net there my good man
And toss it in the garbage can.

And find a finer seine to place
accross this silly bugger's face.
 
T

terzarima

Guest
Just a word here about all those clocks,
Because now I can say happy b-day Mr. Xarvox
 
M

MrXarvox

Guest
Well thank ye kindly, ademis twenty-two.
Now I've survived eighteen years on this sphere of doo-doo!

happy birthday to me.
I shall now have some tea.
 
E

Evan_Mann

Guest
I see! I see! So I'm a clown!
Or P'rhaps a beast to show.
You shall poke at me with sticks and prods
And throw me in the snow.

You'll lock the barn doors and shut the light,
You'll throw me hay sometimes.
You'll invite you friends to scoff and stare,
You'll listen to my rhymes.

You'll laugh and giggle, you'll poke some fun
You'll keep me in my cage
To stew upon my plight and fears
And create some secret rage.

And Someday I'll bust out of your
Prison and I shall run.
I'll go quite far and travel long
And then settle in the sun.

When at last I'm set and safe
And recovered from my strife,
I'll find the courage and the guts
To ask Goat Boy to be my wife.

We'll have Goat Kids and a Goaty house
And we'll go to Goat-Like plays.
We'll eat Goat food and drink Goat's milk
And laugh at our Goaty ways.

Then, at last, at the end of my years
When my final breath is heared,
I'll look deep into my wife's Goat eyes
And say these wisened words...

Mad Rats and Cats and Old men's hats!
Find the grapefruit's ball!
Hit the duck with a pail of muck,
Shop for blubber at the mall.

Always tell the truth to mice
For they know the righteous ways
To catch the thief of pilaf rice
And predict the final days.

Beware of Cows, the Devil's Fruit!
Beware of Kids named Mike.
Beware of lollipops of soot
No matter what you like.

And then, my life will slip away, and Goat Boy will be alone.
For all the children have gone away, moving from the home.
Maybe then, you'll come to town and catch yourself a Goat.
Maybe you'll lock it in a cage, or better yet, use rope.



(This verse is fun, I must admit, it started on a whim. I did not mean to use this NAME long, but I've grown attached to him. I think I'll keep it and rhyme some more, Evan will post some here and there, and when this Mann is found out, I'll be quick to get out of here.)



(Edited, for far too much info at first was given.
I dare not yet trust those of you who'd give me a cage to live in.)

:D
 
I

Istanbul

Guest
Pardon the personal question, Evan...but do you have an older brother named Richard?
 
E

Evan_Mann

Guest
No I don't, is this some joke?
Do you intend to make
Some jibe at Evan_Mann's expense
Just for humor's sake?
 
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