Figuratively speaking
not to be overly
expressive
each unstressed whisper
me and you together
wasting no time
I'm on your dime
love it when were're to gether
so you like evening dates
not to early not to late
abouta quarter to four
I'll be there for sure ooh, we ooh wee!
ah -ah ooh wee ooh
I look forward to the time
were you and I can be kind
ah sweet remind
an evening with you!
Lambic Foot
I can yes!
si I can yes!
I can sSi
I can Si!
Sing Si for me!
By Groovey Gammez
and the Twig retreat City Band
"Ah Coocky Dude"
Sang by
Griffer Griff
of Moss Sanga and Sanga
music company
" He Gotta Lotta Balls Using Meaty Music Dough!"
Categories:
griff, character, music,
Form: Ballad
Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass and he’s out of control.
He calls himself sheriff
but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fuktard and a fugly troll!
Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but thinks he’s Wyatt Earp, O’ brother!
Tom and all the townsfolk
up his fat ass blow smoke…
gun in one hand and dick in the other!
Written: September 2022
*Dedicated to my most obsessed troll.
He’s Peter Griffin with a badge!
****
Categories:
griff, fun, humorous,
Form: Limerick
His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone
For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free
All he beholds, his intellect defiles
Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees
The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts
Though photos of past bays show nary a change
Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts
That steal the frost from every mountain range
Beholding life, he see-eth only death
In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe
That morbid gas in every human breath
Damns sinners to a lost eternity
But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not
Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green
The photosynthesis thou hast forgot
Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean
And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done
To that sly master of the shifting files
Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon
And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!
Categories:
griff, beauty, earth day, humor,
Form: Ode
HELLO EVERYBODY OUT THEIR IN T.V. LAND!
WE GOTTA GREAT SHOW AHEAD.
WE HAVE THE LIKES OF
"BIG CLAW" CLAUFFY CLAMS VERSES "mEANIOUS" DOLLBABY BISHIE
JOCKIN FOR POSITION IN A CONTENTION RACE
LEFTHAND DANNY FRIFT VERSES GATTA GRIFFA
THE BIG WHOOMP AND TREMBLE CLEFT WILL GO AT IT IN A TAG TEAM ENCOUNTER AGAINST THE KNIGHTS OF COLOSSUS
"LABELED BAD" MINCEMEAT AND BELTRON DECKY WITH WREST TO CLAIM THE VACANT TITLE FOR THE WORLD SHOW CHAMPIONSHIP
DELGRECO JEZZEY WILL GRAPPLE THE "FAULTONS CLAIM" BIG MEANY DRAMP DELTON
SUMMERTYME CLASSIC WILL FEATURE FROM
1979 THE WORLD CHAMPION BIG DELTON REACH VERSES BASSY BATTIN MOE IN A WORLD TITLE MATCH
STAY TUNED WE GOTTA LOTTA WRESTLING FOR THE WORLD!
WILL HE BE HERE WITH HIS FLUTE-CANE AND RUBBER STOPPER
WILL HIS PROTEGE' DELBIN GRIFF BE ALLOWED TO COMPETE
WE'LL HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS WHEN WE RETURN,
STAY TUNED EVERYBOODY!
Categories:
griff, music, song, sports, stars,
Form: Ballad
There once was a man named Griff Gruffen.
Who lived for his daily bran muffin.
When the bran ran out.
He started to pout.
Now poor Griff starts his day with nothin'.
Categories:
griff, fun,
Form: Limerick