Fai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra toFai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra tonalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!nalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!
Here's my cant hear me rant...
these are not a few of my favourite things
as it makes those who say them
sound like ding-a-lings
when people preface each sentence with 'So'
respond 'That's a very good question'
in reply to my query
or consistenly repeat the words 'You know'
and 'Like' inserted arbitrarily
in every other expressed
phrase unnecessarily
leaves me thinking 'Similar to?'
then instead of 'Hello'
to others they are meeting
whether friends or strangers
think 'Hey' an acceptable greeting
yet in the English language
it's really quite the shift
when they lift a verb from a noun
one such example being 'Gift'
APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS
Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral damage:
At least give this all some thought:-
Bumblebee Ding pollinates the daisies as the grasshoppers sing
The daisies like him, but here’s the thing, they call him a ding-a-ling
Not to be disrespectful, but it is their privilege and their way
For daisies are the flowers that want to forever play.
the town of Jingbut
had a ding
that chimed and chimed
did ring and ring
and a mystery
was this loudly thing
for over air
and garden came
straight through house
each room the same
for where you were
it did not wane
an all around
an everywhere
incessant ringing
to the ear
an omnipresent
far and near
it was a witch
as told by some
whose voice aloud
when she was hung
a curse to all
she deathfully sung
others tell
of murdering
or ghost or phantom
or of goblin
a demon’s
episodic rambling
then just as quick
as it had started
it wasn’t there
as strange it ended
gone, gone
but for how long
no-one knew
why it had been
but oft it rang
this haunting ring
that held the town
the Jingbut ding
Social cohesion and consideration
the collective good
In excess one who prioritize there
needs and perspective's excessively
a negative consequence of extreme
individualism
making it harder to relate to others
by creating an extreme condition
not caring about others experiences
and perspectives or putting on a
empathises on individuals: without
creating ties with or within a
said community. Culverting shifts
that allow the empathise towards
self expression and personal
achievement Lacking Tradition or
respect for the past. Yet in reference to
society all things are futuristic..
One could quote things conservatively
and liberally say
"there's nothing new under
the sun: what's new to
us has already been done"
The roots: and origins of creativity
Being creative is the the hypocricay of
now!
Written by:
Tegen De Grappler
(The Other Guy)
"not Interested' was marked on his que card.
Seems she's fo
Tatin Kontro LeLista
I saw it in her smile
she has such a silly grin
there ain't much confusion
I know the spell I am in
My lady loves true and true
she has a healthy relationship style
that allows me to be her friend
aint no exploiting me you see
I thank the lord
i found someone who loves me
been saving to buy her a ring
so we can marry
and can do our thing
when I first met her
we became affectionate
now I pray know one will
tear us apart
I saw in her smile
felt it in her kiss
she has a silly smile
she makes me feel like this
Ding dong!
Avon calling
it is 1953.
Women rush to host a fragrance party.
The Avon lady is lying in wait, ready to sell.
Ding dong!
You cannot come to toe door in your house dress.
Your lips will be blood red with lipstick.
Eyes are blinking back chunks of mascara from your brush.
You are wearing a chiffon gown and diamond earrings.
I laugh at these ads now.
When I was a child they seemed plausible.
Normal even.
As we saw them so many times, and I was young.
Yes, I will buy you a diamond ring
and a canary that hops and sings
ring a ding ding
lets have a fling
I'll kiss your feathers/caress your wings
We buried our dog, Ding
With her favorite things,
Like our couch, plus our bed
And pillows for our head.
Our carpet she muddled
With dirt and pee puddles,
The window she stared through
To bark at who knows who.
The hedge she sniffed and chewed,
All of our leather shoes,
My truck’s passenger seat,
But not the children’s feet.
Two of our best chickens
She chased like the dickens,
Seven of my wife’s hats,
But not much more than that.
We paid a contractor
Who with a large tractor,
Dug a humongous hole
For our dear doggy’s soul.
And it did our heart good
Though we now sleep on wood;
Without a comforter,
Since we did comfort her.
It was an impactful moment
the 18-Wheeler just kissed my
near-side panel as it slid on black ice.
My truck jolted and shuddered
as if it had been kicked by a rhino.
Rubber left the air for a tick of time,
and then the vehicle
sat down, rocking back and forth
in the middle of the center lane.
A guy I had momentarily forgot
was clutching the steering wheel.
In that instant,
that old someone shouted "fork,"
then his dry lips
whispered
across long submerged years:
"Mama! It's your baby boy."
I'm hearing that same telephone
from a neighbouring flat,
each day at that same time,
labouring with its ring-ding, ring-ding.
This is no neighbour whom I know
except that I glimpse that face, and hear that bell
each day at that same window
as she turns away from that ring-ding, ring-ding.
Does she love to hear it,
so then can turn her back to it?
How she gazes from that window!
Does she enjoy its ring, and can sing, sing?
Who calls from far or near?
Does that caller use this call
to sing, sing with a dial or buttons?
Is this the way to give a loving ring?
(13 May 2003)
ding-dong swaying
the chimes playing
it’s stuck, it’s sunk
time’s up
for buttercup
then the judgment
decaprio’s wedding song
9/2/2022
couldn’t resist mocking Decaprio one more time!
THIS IS A PARODY
Ding Dong Bell.
Nations not feeing well?
Get shots of endless boosters!
You will crow and be a sick rooster.
Calling for death of those who don’t!
Their choice stolen, by Mandate, the
Power Goat!!
12/5/2022
*Not for a contest*
[Loosely to the beat of the U.S. Navy
Seals Cadence ‘I Don’t Know But
I’ve Been Told’]
Cop who tapped on my window
Can’t park there bud, off you go
Said my dress sense wasn’t good
I explained as best I could
I don’t know where I came from
Why I’ve got no trousers on
Don’t know if I’ve been here long
Why I’m wearing this pink thong
I’m all tied up in this car
Strapped into this peephole bra
Need to get home really quick
And wipe off this red lipstick
Can you please untie this rope
This is not my stethoscope
Sir, I must be on my way
For I’m getting wed today
Copper said you might have guessed
You are now under arrest
Thought I’d end up in the can
But that cop was my best man
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