Into the darkness we bravely venture,
A burnt light bulb the cause of our adventure.
The room is worse than crepuscular,
The thought of a light - spectacular.
Yet we keep on groping, like a man seeking his denture!
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Are we lights or mere gnats?
That is what I once asked.
A friend took me to look at a chiaroscuro.
I was awed at the sight: a mosque. Oh no!
I knew then that I'll never be more than an ant.
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Many might wonder, what's S.B. Shoe's deal with those ants?
He mentions them here, he sings of them there. Like pants
that are too tight, he just never stops to mention
Those damn crawlers that cause us formication!
Enough we all tell him. Aren't there limits to such taunts???
My last, and worst one yet, I think. Hope you liked them Wayfriend.
DukkhaWaynhim wrote:Hey, YOU try rhyming 'crepuscular' and still manage to muster some coherent funny.
Do it well enough, and you could Win Wayfriend's Money.
dw
The problem with that is once I have money, Jenn or Menolly harasses me until I give it to one of them. Then, in order to try to get something in return and at least try to keep it fair, I'd have to resort to making them do silly rhymes and stuff to 'earn' the money. And we all know where that leads to.....
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
dANdeLION wrote:The problem with that is once I have money, Jenn or Menolly harasses me until I give it to one of them. Then, in order to try to get something in return and at least try to keep it fair, I'd have to resort to making them do silly rhymes and stuff to 'earn' the money. And we all know where that leads to.....
Menolly's crepuscular assatar
Was aimed straight at dAN from away afar.
But the LION was tight
With chiaroscuro might
And refused to be swayed by her brief attire.
(You have to pronounce "attire" like a West Virginian to get the rhyme to work -- the long "i" should sound like the "a" in "tar".)
(Oh, never mind.)
EZ Board Survivor
"Dreaming isn't good for you unless you do the things it tells you to." -- Three Dog Night (via the GI)
Once long ago a quite stoned and hostile wino
crashed Kevin's barbecue party
But though it was crepuscular
Bannor could see enough to grab his jugular
That was how swiftly the Bloodguard dealt with such fellows.
The lovely maid was indeed puissant
as she gazed at him with evil intent
and painted an enticing chiaroscuro
designed to make his dollars obscuro
But the lion; oh, wary was he
for he knew such beauty never comes free
and the maid only promised a sweet elation
that would soon feel like foul formication
So he fled on limbs quite solid and muscular
or so they seemed in the dimness crepuscular
memories of his ex were the only medicament
needed to help escape his predicament
As the lion left the maid leagues behind
a quaint little limerick ran through his mind
"You only wanted me for my money;
but you aren't getting it, no way honey!"
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.