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Sam's amorous onomatopoeia

Contributed by dwgpoet on Monday, 26th March 2007 @ 02:10:13 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Sam ***** out his
Amenorrhea (absence or suppression of normal) when he first saw the full moon, he vowed, No Forgiveness lest blood spills.

Sam ***** out his
fantasia Bahia (grass, fancy bizarre Roman, unrestricted Amazonian weeds) when football hid in field, ending right breastless bowmen's match, Blame Christ; Burn the field.

Sam ***** out his
Chorea (spasmodic nervous blitzkrieg in a chorus of facial and limbic (nose brain) movements) when the League of Nations ended by a acrid odor in SAMs' olfactory bulb; Back to our Land! Our Reich! Seize the Holy Covenant!

Sam ***** out his
Diarrhea (frequent intestinal evacuations of the green-backed fluid stools) when the red red wine, after tea time, failed to unarm the kea (a large dull parrot) which was slashing Sam’s facist back in a blitzkrieg to feed on English kidney fat instead of Russian breast milk. Heil, wipe them with (the arms) to remove the constant feature.

Sam ***** out his
Logorrheic (excessive and often incoherent talkativeness
or wordiness), Peripeteia (a sudden or unexpected reversal)
when the panacean (all-healing), United Nations formed
after the Great war to end all wars had ended; smooth words: show no consideration to gods of old; just fortresses.

Sam ***** out his
Sangria of Prosopopoeia (speech in which an imaginary or absent person is represented as the personification of the poet) when he had finally become,
Uncle Sam.

Copyright Â© dwgpoet ... [ 2007-03-26 02:10:13]
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Re: Sam's amorous onomatopoeia (User Rating: 1 )
by zaknafein8891 on Monday, 26th March 2007 @ 02:44:36 AM AEST
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that is some crazy stuff there. i like it though. personally i would have called it Ode to Sam's *****

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