Friday, December 28, 2007

once upon a time [prt one??]
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there was a lime
who smelled like thyme
and could never say a rhyme

So he was sad
for he did not have bags of glad
he wrote of people mad
who could never be dads

these people so frail
suffering from an ail
would receive a pail
for every good sail

they never regretted
whatever was betted
from their dogs who fretted
because they were petted

The dogs would never sail far
far with a lime in a car
sailing without a scar
they were never below par

Till one day they played a harp
never did it sound so sharp
jump out of the sea did the carp
crying out "WHAT THE TARP??!"

He struck gold
and never so bold
He had much sold
To the black sheep old

"Baaaahhh" said the sheep
with a mysterious beep
"You are a creep
you silly Bo-peep"

"That can't be"
said the lime with glee
"you can go on a spree
with that goat called she"

"Why i'd never
i'm much cleverer
than to go on an endeavor"
said the black sheep with a lever

The lime gave up
The sheep would never be a pup
And so he went to have sup
with his new cup

The dogs were gone
off to the dawn
without any pawns
to play chess in the lawn

The lime put to shame
By the loss of the lame
looked at the window frame
of the tempting name

some bland porridge came along
For a game of ping-pong
as a disguise to avoid king kong
After him because he was gong
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to be continued?
at this same venue
not needing a menu
and you?

well, i dont know. its supposed to be the never ending story but my story started getting quite boring. so.. till i have more creative juices!.. hopefully when i really bored in physics after knowing all my work.

cheerio!

-lisais

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