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![]() You've come to lunchboxing's pantry for a snack, but you will leave cultured and entertained. What the Poetry Pantry lacks in hydrogenated oil based goodies, it more than makes up for in delicious verse and succulent wordsmithery. Open the crockpot that is your soul and/or brain and use your skewer stick to sift through the fondue that is lunchboxing poetry. Then stick it in your mouth and let it melt, one stanza at a time. Adieu!
I've always had a passion for the Great Outdoors And, no -- I know what you're thinking -- Not the classic 1988 Grizzly Bear-featuring motion picture starring the much loved and mourned comic genius John Candy and Dan Akroyd but, the ACTUAL Great Outdoors My love for the the outdoors, though - is of a special sort For I don't really enjoy being outside or existing WITHIN the Great Outdoors But moreso prefer to observe them -- fondly -- from the moderately-temperatured safety of the Great Indoors In short - I have always had a passion for windows And, I think it may be time to get another one. ![]() All hail the puppet clown with his puppet frown on his puppet mound All hail the puppet clown his puppet mound, so taut and brown He's wretched, soiled Neckbone? Coiled. Ugly and spastic his life is so tragic But alas he grows wings! from his puppet strings and flies to the moon on a magic broom! He takes his mate, young clown puppet Kate what a fast adventure, at a lightening pace! But a lack of planning would prove their fate they didn't know which precautions to take the moon has no atmosphere isn't that just great? so sadly enough they suffocate All hail the puppet clown in the air he drowned now where's his crown? All hail the puppet clown with his puppet frown in his puppet mound (space grave)
There's something tucked in my pants quite swollen and ripe and it's something for you to chew on tonight it's rosy and red and plump as a button' and rotund and brightly shiny and as tasty as mutton juicy and pure i'm sure you'd want a hat-full of that fruit contained in my pants-pocket my juicy red apple (penis) (and balls) |
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