Clubhouse In My Mind
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This is a new form of poetry. I just invented it today.
Meanwhile, at the secret clubhouse ....
Detective John McClane: Anyone up for a game of poker?
Dirty Harry: Feel lucky punk?
Detective John McClane: Yippie Ki-Yay mother******
Dirty Harry: Did you just call me a mother*****?
Hans Gruber: I am the only mother***** here.
Sigmund Freud: So tell me Hans, when did you first realize you had these feelings for your mother?
Detective John McClane: Siggy, Siggy, Hansy Boy is a second-rate East German terrorist with a lousy accent, he isn't some twisted, perverted freak.
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman (walking in the door): Hello!
Mad Hatter: You’re late.
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman: I was on a hot date.
Mad Hatter: You're also a liar.
Mr Kotter: Do you have a note from your mother Mr. Squiggman?
Arnold Horshack: Yes Mr. Squiggman, where for art thou note from thy mother?
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman: This is my note.
Mr. Kotter: That isn't a note. That's, that's...
Vinnie Barbarino: Ba-ba-ba-barbarino, Ba-ba-ba-barbarino.
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2017
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