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Jan. 25th, 2002 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeGot a song in my head at the moment, mary mary by choombawoomba I think, not sure, I think therefore I maybe am. Another random rambling attempt this is by the way which is one excuse for my diabolical grammar and spelling, so there; with cherries on top. Hmmm, bah, my mind is blank of random wibblings so why am I still typing, not sure, maybe my fingers need exercise, hup two hup two, stretch those fingers; nails down, pads typing, tip tappity tap tap
There once was a spleen called george
that was an abortive limeric attempt, anyone want to finish it?
Maybe I'll do some work...
haha.
Ahem.
There once was a spleen called george
that was an abortive limeric attempt, anyone want to finish it?
Maybe I'll do some work...
haha.
Ahem.
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Date: 2002-01-25 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-01-25 03:36 am (UTC)Who worked as a Smith in a forge
He heated up wood
To smelt iron from your blood
And made grommits to hold down your gorge.
!!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 04:28 am (UTC)Blood.
Please write two hundred times "I will not attempt to rhyme 'cat' with 'dog'".
Robert
The Poetic Fiend.
Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 04:40 am (UTC)Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 05:03 am (UTC)Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 05:09 am (UTC)Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 06:16 am (UTC)Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-01-25 05:22 am (UTC)Or they do if pronounced properly anyway.
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Date: 2002-01-25 05:10 am (UTC)Lovely song, but then most Chumbawumba is.
"I was blind, now I see,
and now I'm growing old disgracefully."