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Details | Ballad |
I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too
She said not quite enough but it will have to do

So in my truck that has no doors
I apologized and said no seat, its on the floor
She smiled and sat, I gathered in anticipation
Of having me in her bedroom a waiting
Little did I realize I'd wish to be vacating

We arrived at her home, at half past twelve
She said grab a beer, cause my hubby is here
I said what the hell, your hubby you say?
She said, why yes where else would he stay?
So I grabbed a beer thinking ok this is a wee bit queer

I was confused, I will tell you that
Her hubby smiled at me like a dirty rat
He had some rope and a little duct tape
This sure wasn’t what I figured on this ol date
From bad to worse, I resigned myself to fate

She calmly said, what could you have possibly thought?
I brought you here, for our pleasures of naught
We will tie you up and start the game
We are the masters, and you have no claim
Now what’s a little pain? so please, don’t try to abstain

Tied and bound what could I do?
They had their pleasures without further adieu
I did the dishes, the vacuuming and the laundry too
Not an easy task tied in ropes by those two
Broken and tormented and tired as heck

I soon plotted my escape up north to Quebec
This Gothic nightmare must come to and end
Else these two satins will drive me round the bend
So I unbound the ropes holding me so tight
Managed to escape into the dark frigid night

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016




Details | Lyric |
There was a Starship Enterprise,
It was the ruler of the skies,
But you don't really care for sci-fi, do you?
With Captain Kirk
And Mr Spock
And don’t forget the trademark jock,
And there upon the bridge you’ll find Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura 
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

You’ll find Bones Macoy down in sickbay,
“I’m a doctor Jim” he’d say,
And cure whatever space bug ran through you,
He’ll banish away every cough,
Even if your name’s Chekov,
Or perhaps you might be sweet Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

To make the starship up and go,
The man you really need to know,
Is the Helm officer called Sulu,
But if it’s a message you’d like to send,
Then of course you can depend,
Upon the talented Miss Uhura,

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

Your voyage lasted three short years
But despite the trekkie’s fears,
It wouldn’t be the last time that we’d view you,
Of feature films there’d be twelve,
Before the franchise they would shelve,
But we won’t forget you dear Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

Oh Uhura

Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring Sadly in their drunken state they’d got into a fight Bill gave Ted a left hook - he looked a sorry sight When their hangovers were over they stood before the law Each received a hefty fine and now their heads are sore! San Woo challenged me to write a parody of her favourite nursery rhyme ... sing a song of sixpence 10~02~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016




Details | Verse |
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Too much Viagra and beer.
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.

Country Bob's was the last club that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, but I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Nice pants.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."

A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She's still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.

When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.

You were fantastic last night;
So, I only think its right
If I supplement your diet 
With Viagra and beer."

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, She makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

We're like newlyweds. 
I need a break sometime.

Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
The Mermaid  Songs



Once upon a time, as school was coming to it’s yearly close.
We’d read about mermaids and their songs of Golden prose.
Now, the witch was over visiting and heard everybody’s sighs.
They so, wanted to sing with mermaids, and thru the waters glide.

Dragon was the worst, as he grabbed my mop top to become his hair.
Then he flew out to the lake dock, and began calling those ladies fair.
I began thinking how sad, if my Dragon never did meet this ladylove.
The witch, tears upon her face, then brought that, which he dreamt of.

It seems, while on her yearly travels, our witch once met a lovely mere.
Who was fascinated with the tales of Dragon, and the antics he did stir.
Suddenly, they were there together, a wish granted on a witch’s whim.
Dragon became so very quiet, as a first blush of shyness, ran over him.

The mermaid laughed and giggled as she took the mop from off, his head.
Then she sang a soulful song as she began to touch his wings and said...
Where I come from you’re a legend, a story of days, from, long, gone bye.
To this he just smiled. Yes, our Dragon had turned smitten, and so very shy.

It lasted only a moment; until she asked him, to please, take her to the sky. 
Two dreams became one as they traveled the skies, and then the water nigh.
She also, met Dragons penguins, the first she had ever been able to meet.
Them from cold, and she from hot…now in the middle all were complete.

Suddenly the mermaid had the idea, to bring in more of her mere folk.
What? You thought they only sat, singing and giving their hair a stroke?
We invited the neighboring swim teams, accapella groups, and families.
And don’t forget the Glee Clubs, plus the Barber Shop Quartets, you see.

Actually, everybody came to do, even barbecues for Dragon and his guests.
Once a week all summer, the fun continued, but never the same, not once.
It was a summer to be made into legends, for all our days and those beyond.
And each time, we honored the witch, who’d let us learn the Mermaids songs.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Real Deal Woman
Flit

Now, honey don't you play around 
You know that it ain’t right 
You be the man who brings to me
A man-size... Appetite

Don't need to go so fast
Just let me set the pace
Turn my green light into Red 
There ain’t No need to race

I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman

It’s something we got cooking  
mix it till it hits the spot 
because I’m full of loving
I'll keep it extra hot 

You’re fueling up my heartbeat
My engine starts to roar 
Cos now it's time to show you
You don't need her anymore

I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman

I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman

Copyright © Flit Flit | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
A young green frog
Strumming on a log,
His warbling sounds
Singing words of love.

Strumming and a crooning
He warbled long,
About the moon and the stars,
In his lovebird song.

He also sung about
His wetlands home,
Singing and a plucking
On his swampy roam.

Taken in by the sounds
Of this sweet melody,
Another green frog,
Swaying in her tree.

Love arrows bounced
Between the two,
The pounding of their hearts
Just grew and grew.

Now they sit together
On a large lily pad,
He now sings songs,
About being a dad.

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
To be sung to the tune of Both Sides Now by Judy Collins

Rows and rows of subtrahends
Repeating decimals without end
Regression lines to mark a trend
	I've looked at numbers that way

But now they only add up wrong
Even though I stayed up all night long
Like missing words in someone's song
	Words that seem to say


	chorus
	I've looked at numbers from both sides now
	From left and right and still somehow
	It's numbers' illusions I recall
	I really don't know numbers at all


Secants, tangents, arc-cosines
It seems like just a game sometimes
What's my number, what's my line?
	I've looked at trig that way.

Now all my graphs have gone awry
I've lost the will to find out why
Perhaps they'll make more sense by 'n' by
	But who am I to say?


	chorus
	I've looked at trig from both sides now
	From up and down and still somehow
	It's  trig's illusions I recall
	I really don't know trig at all




Edited 5/9/2016
Written 7/14/1986

Copyright © John Mudge | Year Posted 2016

Details | Clerihew |
Marilyn Manson
No he wasn’t a singer in Hanson
An ugly song about beautiful people he did pitch
The effort not in vain because he got rich

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
If had a computer or two
Lord I could raise my views
If I had two I tell ya what I would do
Crazy computers crazy computers
But Lord you know what’s true
I got one computer hope doesn’t overload
Well I thought she was a girl
I meet her online
So fortunate this time
She heard a had computer or two
Lord those crazy computers crazy computers
I got one computer hope doesn’t overload
Hey now mama
With forward and send
You are your next friend
She knows my computer I have heard
Lord she knows I’m a computer nerd
I got one computer hope doesn’t overload
Well my baby went out
Now it’s gone
Got no computer using the phone
She is crazy with computers
Yeah she crazy with computers
What the Ph....

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Jack and John
went up the hill
to make us all a'giggle
They won't calm down
and when they clown
Our bellies are a'jiggle

A lim-er-ick
will do the trick
to get us all a'laughing
they write so well
each rhyme...a spell
That gets us all guffawing

They write of "wind",
they write of poop,
Each one a silly ditty
but here's the deal
These two are real
Their writes are really witty

Now Jack and John
just banter on
and comment to each other
They like to please
Oh, how they tease
As "funnies" they uncover!!

~~~~~~The END!!!!~~~~~

For Casarah Nance's 101 contest
September 9, 2015
Yes....The END is part of the word count! ;)





Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
 
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
SONG OF ANALOG MAN

Don't blog. 
Sing in analog.
Log-off in space. 

Wasted time! 
In machine rhyme.
Holding data in your face.

Past, heart shaped locket.
Present, gear and shinny sprocket.
Pendulum stops in place.

Time machine,speaks tick-tock.
Strings and loops, in quantum flick-flock.
Trying to save the human race.

What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that 
we hold dear.
Endless stream of 
one and zip.
Baked in a Pi 
of Delta whip.         

Here today and gone tomorrow.
Cry into your programed sorrow.
You are not, Computer Ace.    

Find the F key, find the trouble.
Hit a key, and now it's double.
All else fails, report your case.                        

Don't throw ExBasic fits here!
Count the gigs to megabits dear.
Do your Loop in nested trace.                        

Forgot to multiply
the chain.
Did this really cook 
your brain?
The functions solved for X and Y, 
thrown a curve you won't embrace. 

What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that 
we hold dear.
Endless stream 
of one and zip.
Baked in a Pi 
of Delta whip.

A swirl of chips and funny numbers.
Formulas, our life encumbers.
Are we truly lost in place?

Can we backtrack and count our fingers?
Toes and noes, the feeling lingers.
Of pendulums, and golden lockets, 
and crystals used for mama's vase. 

He wants a song, to strum guitar strings.
Don't complicate, the how to live things.
Digital, can we erase?

Analog he really savors.
No prologue to quantum favors.
Do away and please efface!

What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that 
we hold dear.
Endless stream 
of one and zip.
Baked in a Pi 
of Delta whip.

By Edlynn Nau

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
There's an old English song called  All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow.  The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and 4th lines is repeated for th 5th and 6th. Well, it works for me but my singing has never been much hindered by tunes.



It was after that big game one long gone September,
the score line was one I’d like not to remember,
in a small Richmond pub not too far from the ground,
we all settled down with our sorrows to drown.
We were well on the way, as were most of the crowd,
when in came a young pedlar a shouting out loud.

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Cried the barmaid, “How many do I get to a yard?”
“Madam, four if they’re soft or three if they’re hard”
She felt for the soft ones, she wanted a lot,
but the more that she squeezed em the harder they got.
She found not a sausage was e’en a bit soft
so she told the young pedlar to go get far offed 

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Said the pedlar, “Why madam no need to be rude.
And in fact what you told me was verging on crude
But you don’t look so bad for a foul mouthed old sow
so step on outside, if you like, with me now.
If you play your cards right I might squeeze your left breast.
If I find I like that I might squeeze all the rest.”

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Said the barmaid to pedlar, “You are a right jerk,
I’m a barmaid and never do mission’ry work.
But if you're near to the shops and you buy me some eggs,
I might squeeze that there pimple you’ve got ‘tween your legs.”
Then she said something that made the whole crowd guffaw,
“And will you stop off at home and please check the back door?”

“
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.



For Cyndi MacMillan's pub song contest

Copyright © Red OMara | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Lyrics to:
The Texas Poet Two Step



There won't be no Sun out on the Brazos 
There won't be no rain in Abilene 
I won't write a poem for Tom's contest
And Margaret Reid won't get a check from me

I'm tired of my poems lining trash cans
And see'in my money go to waste
And when that winners 'Click', has their party
It's like throw'in a can of 'Loser' in my face

               chorus

Yes, I thought about the contest
I thought that I could win
But then, reality started sett'in in
I know I'd write with passion
Eloquence and grace
But in the end , I won't even place


So, I know what I'll do with all that money
I'll hold it in My hand and keep it near
And the day they claim to have their Contest Drawing
I'm buying sixteen dollars worth of beer.
              
               chorus

Yes, I thought about the contest
I thought that I could win
But then, reality started sett'in in
I know I'd write with passion
Eloquence and grace
But in the end , I won't even place
Heeyah

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Really Good Rap Song Horn Haiku

There are scores and scores
Of stores that have gone away
Too much have to pay.

When small star twinkles
Will we see all the wrinkles
As each one mingles.

Can you mingle late
Because you did have to wait
And anticipate.

Might mingle later
And prefer percolator
Coffee creator.

When things will percale
We should stand in a circle
Pray for miracle.

This won't want to miss
Really good rap song it is
Can be hers or his.

James Hilarious Thesarious Horn
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |
Where should I go and just how far
When I am playing on a great guitar?
Up and down its very illusive neck
Before I soon become a total wreck.

Each string I'm sure is supposed to sound
Like no one else should try to be around
Along with me and my magnificent melody
Making it seem like I had a lobotomy.

With my aggressive guitar and brain wave
I will more than likely land in my grave;
Of everyone thought that I was well ahead
But my music is unpopular and by now is dead.

Last licks I got in were short and not long
Making it surely sound like a soft folksong
We thought was sung by Mo, Curly and Larry
Who actually were  Peter, Paul and Mary.

jthorn5656@atmc.net

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
The mud slide back in eighty six
Took out half my farm
And the war that lit up 69 
Is where I Left one arm

My wife and kids have left me
To part's unknown, somewhere
So I sit here all alone
While losing all my hair

        chorus
Now you can see, what my attitude should be
But instead of mulling around 
I get picked up, when I'm down
As I quote that little phase, that tickles me
"C'est La vie" 

My truck was repo-ed yesterday
My dog and cat ran off
My old friends all moved away
And often I feel lost

        chorus
Now you'll agree, just how happy could I be
When my world has gone to hell
I just get up, where I fell
And whisper those sweet words in ecstasy 
"C'est La Vie"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

The chick's riding me, she started to pant

She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant

She's eating that wood, like she's a termite

Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite

I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert

She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt

Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty

Started at three, it's going on four-thirty

Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man

She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland

I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour

Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower

She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean

Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion

Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay

Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
David Tennant, David Tennant
David Tennant, David Tennant
David Tennant, David Tennant
David Tennant, David Tennant 

[sigh] 

DAVID Tennant, David TENNANT         
DaVid TE!nANT, dAViD T*enNant
Da!vID tEN#NanT, Da(VId, TE&na/NT
dAV*Id TeN!NaNt, dAv/Id TEnN*nt

[deep breath]

DAvid T^n@aNt, DavId T*nnanT
David TEn!ant, David TeNn#nt
David TEnna&t, DavId Tennant
David Tennant, David Tennant

The End

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |
I’d love to sing proud and sing loud
But I’m embarrassed I might draw a crowd
So in public I’m dour
Though I sing in the shower
It’s the only time singing loud is allowed




Posted on my blog with an illustration - which you can see here-
http://tap-p.com/2014/08/15/singing-in-the-shower/

Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
"You pack in the morning"
Leaving again?
"Come stop your crying now"
Who's crying?
"From this day on"
Are you sure?
"You just call of my name"
Oh yeah? "All you have to do is call"
Okay.  "You got a friend".  Goodie.
"Nobody does it better"
Are you sure about that?
"Nobody does it half as good as you"
Where's the rest?
"I would do anything".  Okay, let's see now, lol
"Don't you know it's true?".  I'll see.
"It's lying here somewhere".  Okay, I'll look for it. 
In the mean time you keep looking too, haha.
Between both of us, we'll find it.
Dada dada
"Do it again".  Ah, I don't know about that.
"Say I love you".  Must I? lol
"You look inside my fantasy".  Do you now?  
I don't know what you see in there but it ain't pretty.  Haha just kidding
I think I'll stop now
Will catch you next time lol

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Hard to Forget
 
Earie the  mournin I had the cock screw
At the aftunun, I washed the sunnin gay
Im just wanderin ova evrytin
Evry momen we shed in our useful days

Refrain
Hoe kan I stop to lovin ye (no...w)
Hoe kan I cease to make ye hapi
 Hoe kan I resixt ye in ma laive (that's why)
I'll holeways loaf ye delhi

Steel remembrin when we melt
Steel remembrin tins we shed 2 gender
Hoe suit those day we spent worse
Hoe wail down memo lane to bring on the murder...


Refrain

I kan't just forgate evrytin...
I steel rememba well we melt
I steel rememba the time we shed
I steel rememba... evrytin evrytin


Refrain

So is tru the world is mall
I kan't beliv I fall in lob
Yeah I fall in  and fet no same
Is there any crown in being in lob?

Very hard, very very hard
Hard to forget
Very hard, very very hard
Hard to forget
For I'm in love ooooo
This is hard to forgo. 

For: Roy Jerden's Malapropisms and Mondegreens Contest

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |
Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
So Loudly A Song

Let me start out with these
two interesting lines first
then complete the rest.

If President position were to pick and choose,
Make sure mind never leaves or you ever loose.

Loudly and loyally song started to sing
Out from cocoon baby butterfly did bring
Same old song on guitar started to play
Everyone would when they ran away.

Drank water they made out of tonic
A plague was produced by a Bubonic
Then he became sad and bucolic
Left wife who was an alcoholic.

Of this story what will be the moral?
If you can can-can in long line choral,
Make sure behavior does remain fine;
When performing don't get out of line.

Anything you can do I can do finer;
Sounds like start of a great one liner
Especially if you are in Caroliner
Drinking underage and are a minor.

I will bet your computer screen is
rocking and rolling by now caused 
from all of your laughter now and 
in the here after.


James Nefarious Needless Horn

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017