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You Hissed And Split My Kipper Sack
Contributed by
woodymiles
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Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 08:31:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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No fish, no faith, no falafel in the lake;
I placed a bee on your bonnet
That I found in my loaded contraption
Formation cake stretching dream.
You shed next years sulphur ploy
In my morris dancing pastry truck.
If we are brothers
Then soup is a flavoured son
Of the prodigal, the conical and the clinker.
How comfortable we are
In the happy farting cupboard.
You drag your vixen dilemma around my garden
While I eat the TV dinner extension pilot.
A well-balanced lever dimension posture,
In the punning spoon chasm plant decanter.
Copyright ©
woodymiles
... [
2009-09-14 08:31:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: You Hissed And Split My Kipper Sack
(User Rating: 1 ) by ming on
Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 09:04:14 AM AEST (User
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I love this...warning or not. |
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Re: You Hissed And Split My Kipper Sack
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 04:27:32 PM AEST (User
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I liked the warning, and the poem. You stretched the boundaries of language to the max!
-Phil |
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