all for fun and fun for all; me being the "all" that matters
-- a billi-baby-bong?
and when that roo-er angled,
against his mommy's thigh,
the lions roared, the snoozers shnorred,
and here's what joe replied:
oh, twits, twits, twits of old miami --
twits amongst the finest in the land --
you can sing of rubes and jerks
and stephan hawwwkings,
but the twits of flor-i-da
have things in hand.
cooked comedy : rare
ly well done
split words in =fifty= ways
an' find out all th' meanings
of th' words in altered states:
forty-eight, with leanings.
n33d's a second verse. are you fatigued already?
Writing sentences in code that only you understand is not poetry.
actually, it is poetry, though this isn't a poem. poetry is when you write words in a protected time space so that the reader feels there's some 'feeling' being felt which has never been understood before. this one's feeling is just spite and rancor, and everyone knows what that feels like -- you do, for sure, or you wouldn't sound so spiteful and petty.