I'm reviving a lost limerick with a slight alteration
There was an old man named Ford Thaxton He wasn't well liked, that's a FACT son The along came another Who wasn't his brother Our dear departed friend , Charles Thaxton
You know, I've gotta say... not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.
I'm reviving a lost limerick with a slight alteration
There was an old man named Ford Thaxton He wasn't well liked, that's a FACT son The along came another Who wasn't his brother Our dear departed friend , Charles Thaxton
You know, I've gotta say... not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.
Hello, do we have the FSM equivalent of a Grammy? Cause, I'd like to nominate Tall Guy's "European Union" for it!
Thanks, Jackfu. I’ve never been nominated for a a Grammy before. What d’you think of THAT, The Kinks, Talking Heads, Velvet Underground and the Spice Girls?!
A little Christmas ditty, to the tune of "Blue Christmas" (Hayes/Johnson)
Brew Christmas
I'll have a brew Christmas without you I'll swill some brews while thinking about you I’m as lit as the lights on our green Christmas tree I’ll just be guzzlin’, cuz you're not here with me
And while I sit, here vegetating I’ll miss your shrill, constant berating Got a six pack or two, plus a case of Pabst Blue So, I'll have a brew, brew, brew, brew Christmas
(Interminable instrumental interlude with “oohs, aahs”)
What you done wasn’t fair, but I’m too sloshed to care So, I'll have a brew, brew, brew, brew Christmas
Thanks both. It was inspired by hearing Annie Lennox’s version yesterday afternoon and once the idea occurred to me it wrote itself in about 20 minutes.
Thanks both. It was inspired by hearing Annie Lennox’s version yesterday afternoon and once the idea occurred to me it wrote itself in about 20 minutes.
1) liked your poem 2) KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. 3) I would raise a glass except I smashed them all.(too much good cheer last year).
By the way Tall guy. Your contract reads that I get 80% of all royalties. You should has signed with Joan. yours truly Evil Dogbelle
Oh! God. Evening was upon me. I opened the living room window a bit. turned off the lights and lite a candle that sat on the coffee table. Perfect I said. I then made myself a cup of coffee, went over to the sofa and sat down. My mind was being entertained by the shadows that danced against the wall. The coffee was nice and strong. So went to the kitchen to get myself a nice piece of lemon cake. I snapped out of comfort by a knock on my apartment door. Who's there? I asked. No one answered. I repeated myself "who's there?" With great anger, I flung the door open. In to an empty hallway I looked. "Whos's there. It's me, God, the answer came back. Well if your God Why don't come in and just make yourself at home? If you must know I already have. I looked back into the room and observed no one. God said "I'm here" Were i asked? God "i am everywhere." I then said to myself this going to be one of those nights. God said your right. I can read your mind you know. Oh! I said. So God what do you want? I would think you have a lot to do. God said no It's been a slow day today. A felt like having a bit of chat. You know one of those one on one things. I say! talking to darken candle lite room. I would think you would be saving mankind. You know things like that. God - No, no, no. You got it all wrong. I don't have a thing to do with mankind while he living, only after. That's just to see if he can join me in heaven. Why do you work that way I inquired? It's the free will thing. God - If you must know it goes like this. birth to let us say 5 years you're classified as an innocent. 6year threw 10years you have the warning stage. 11 years threw 15 years you are in the "if your sorry" for something minor no points but a major activity you get full points. with the chance of being forgiven. 16 years till your death everything counts. Then you go to court to see what happens. I then reached over to have a drink of my coffee. It was stone cold,I could not drink it. I looked out the window, the sun was as the horizon. The candle was out. Tiny Tim shouted God bless everyone on the tv. I picked myself off the sofa and went to bed. not before a had stiff shot of whiskey.
The Remakes song - to the tune of "Meet the Flintstones" (Curtin, Barbera, Hannah)
Remakes
Remakes, we do remakes They suck big, but we don’t give a s+it If we clear a profit Studio will claim that it’s a hit. Let’s see how long we can milk the ol’ cash cow We just want butts-in-seats, anyhow. When you’re doing remakes It’s a sign you’re out of ideas, You’re out of ideas You’re out of ideas now!
Romer go homer It's Hans' gig it seems All across the land were heard The Zimmer haters screams No Zimmer,.no cry If only David Arnold scored the Bond flic No Time to Die
