whispers went all around the church
Chet got sheep faced again last night
and was found serenading another chick
his wife bonked him on the head on her way out
Was going to look for my missing watch
But just couldn't find the time
Simply no telling where my mind is going
This very strange mind of mine
Here's an ultimate groaner, my friends
I used to be a good tap dancer
But then one sad day I fell in the sink
Asked how I was, couldn't answer
D'ya hear about the crime that happened
In a downtown parking garage?
It was so damn wrong on so many levels
Heard it was a case of sabotage
With the scary approach of the apocalypse
Armageddon out of here
That's silly, whoever's coming up with these
Is more than just a little bit weird
A man had a difficult time bouncing back
From a serious bungee cord accident
Been to the dentist and I know the drill
Tells me toothaches you can prevent
Reading a great book about anti-gravity
Find it almost impossible to put down
It's floating around the living room all day
One time it bonked me on my crown
Dead batteries are sometimes given away
Free of charge I've heard
Think someones's trying to brighten my day
Now that is downright absurd
They went to the spar hotel and got it on. One time was enough to revive the old socialist. He was fully revived. This was similar but different than before. They bonked away one session and did other things. This was better than being in the reading room studying revolutionary doctrines. The human body needed nourishing as did the mind. Blue was illuminated and revived in all ways. Like a rescued nation freed of a capitalist government replaced by a loyal communist one. Total revival of all things. If only it was always like this rather than the continued battle capitalist and communist in the way of the world. A good buck suck ruck was the key. He needs no Viagra it's all natural service guaranteed. He's locked and loaded. His bright green target cross is locked on his target, focused to infinity. See how she dances soon to dance with him. What will they create?
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At the front row gain a flag off,
as compared to them in the back.
So the life underdogged,
starting by the rulers.
Zig zagging through a bulk of them,
maneuvered without wings.
I’m gonna bonk at 15 miles.
So life is bonked, trying suck all of the drops.
Gotta slow down as life rotes.
The pace slaps in head, hallucinate the finish line.
As life dreams of the dead, when the gold is ironed.
Goblins grabbed me up in light of day
I was so surprised I yelled out “hey!”
Shut up one said.
Bonked me on the head.
So I bit him where the sun don’t stray.
He dropped me swiftly and right away
I figured there might be hell to pay.
Condor picked me up.
I felt like a pup.
He dropped me in San Francisco Bay
But here I was not destined to stay
Guy on a sailboat shouted “May Day!”
He fished me out
With a merry shout
A poltergeist snatched me; it is not my day!
A wintry night
Beam of scorching sunlight
Eventually stifling inside through the curtain's strands
Loafing over the escritoire and olden snaps
(some years ago i spend the time snapping him)
Indulging in traditional afternoon tea
Some dainty sandwiches, scones
Served with clotted cream and preserved memories
Bleak breeze snuggled down the tresses, nape and a keen nip in the spine
(his reminiscences of his early days haunts me)
'O girl! You are so much drunk'.
(He yelled...)
Was she so much drunk with him or the whiskey?
A wintry night in January
Diurnal seven o'clock hold Irish music evenings
What more burly in the air?
The Irish latte
Or
His aftershave
(her sniff grappled with whiff)
She emptied the whole bottle of whiskey
And both bonked upstairs
He mumbled something she didn't catch
He made a grab before she had a fall
Laid back and enfolded her
With his arms and the denim jacket
(nodded their noses)
Ahh! She spewed the festered whiskey
The sided where he laid
'O girl! You are so much drunk'.
(a voice echoed)
Was she so much drunk with him or the whiskey?
(a thought relived)
Her hubby was found with a bimbo
He's naked, her legs were akimbo
Can’t deny the fact
He’s caught in the act
His marriage now is in limbo
Wife’s livid - he’s dressed in a trice
She'd clamp his gonads in a vice!
He’s been playing away
Now there’s hell to play
No cheating would be my advice!
It’s time his wife showed him the door
He’s bonked other ladies before
So it’s not the first time
That he’s cheated, the swine
Unfaithfulness partners abhor!
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Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound
Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters
Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto
In silly banter we trust
French letters a must
But remember the other
Freud had a mother
In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled
In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch
Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations
Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother
So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams
Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls
He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope
When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad
High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles
All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt
Jaro was a killer
He bonked me on the head
He laughed and laughed
"You're dead, you're dead!"
Is what the killer Jaro said.
But I jumped up and kicked his crotch
That knocked him down a knotch
"You're daft! You're daft!"
Said I, said I, the woolly caterpillar.
"Pain is such a nuisance," it may have been said.
However, don't you see?
If Sir Isaac Newton had not have bonked his head,
We would have never discovered gravity,
And the same goes for memories.
Memories make us who we are inside.
Deep down, they make us strong or scared.
If you take every bothering step in stride,
You are bound to be snared.
Do not regret your pain,
That is not what I am saying.
We grow from our experiences,
So that, they may not be experienced again.
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