The President is facing a dilemma:
should he try to remove a pickle from his left ear?
He phoned the caveman for advice,
the phone is answered by his hairy wife,
upon hearing of the Presidents pickle situation
she replied tartly,
“You should eat only broccoli and kale,
and avoid the fatty parts of the whale.”
The president is clearly shaken.
He bestows upon the hairy, caveman’s wife
an ambassadorship to the North Pole.
The caveman’s wife merely grunts, then:
“And take that pickle out of your stupid ear!”
“Neanderthals,” he mutters reaching for the ketchup;
“can’t live with them; can’t live without them.
A cave man cometh.
His strong meat chomping life,
with his hairy wife.
When hairy wife
cometh home bearing berries,
caveman knocks her over the noggin.
Back in the Whitehouse
the President is facing a dilemma;
should he try to remove the pickle
from his left ear?
He phones the caveman for advice;
the phone is answered by his hairy wife,
she replies tartly that he should eat
only broccoli and kale.
The president is clearly shaken.
He bestows upon the hairy, caveman’s wife
an ambassadorship to Greenland
in perpetuity.
“Darn vegetarian Neanderthals,” he mutters,
reaching for the ketchup.
tartly sweet and yellow too
lemon meringue pie
my tongue laps her up quickly
not wanting to share
here comes my brother
please hide my
piece
Robert Petit,
sounds great mate,
used 2 be a bouncer once,
but that was back awhile,
wake up with some tartly tart,
to escape with half a smile.
Poe was he the raven guy,
with the bust of pallas,
who nevermore was unsure,
struck oil down there in Dallas ....
yes im being infantile?
Don
Tweedle dum and Tweedle de,
are in this verse, I hope oh gee,
Queen of hearts had a some where part,
An the tin man blubbered he? ………Did he?
So falling down this plurry hole,
she found a lunatic, not quite whole,
he had a silly sort of grin,
she found n left him in a bin,
he then went on the dole. (Unemployment )
So poncing down the local path,
Alice saw and seen the lucid wrath,
Of sweetie the Queen of Hearts,
Or was it tarts, Queen Tartly.
Cos she’d seen better days.
Did I ever read the book?
Not likely old chook?
for Debbie's go ask Alice contest
Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give
Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never... we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely contradiction...so beautifully vile
Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist
A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...
That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
wicked smile daring my passion,
tempting my attraction
I knew this game, vaguely familiar
Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I followed....as my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...
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