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Jingle Diarrhea
When I have a new idea I get the jingle diarrhea rhyming "words" with things like "turds" And screaming, "Mamma mia!" Put it down on paper roll it like a scroll serve it up like verbiage soup in a white ceramic bowl It's only wordy turds made from runny rhymes a sick cerebral virus of diarrhea chimes Dribbling poetically down the sewer drain disgracing all that's eloquent loquacious thoughts in vain How horribly disgusting! Someone find a cure! I hope it's not contagious, and its harmlessly demure I've never read such stinky verse this poem's so perverse someone flush the toilet or press the button for the nurse! I've called the paramedics and the English teaching crowd the only thing they offered is I shouldn't be too loud They told me not to post this till the fever's gone away when I regain my consciousness I'll write a odorous bouquet But doctor's orders can't compete as these jingle turds excrete so please accept my apologies if you were about to eat ![]() |
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thankyou...thankyou..for the smile....teasingbrunette
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Could you bring me a glass of water please?
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you betcha...
glass of water.... read it again...still smiling... |
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So so funny LOL
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Abra!
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Jingle Diarrhea When I have a new idea I get the jingle diarrhea rhyming "words" with things like "turds" And screaming, "Mamma mia!" Put it down on paper roll it like a scroll serve it up like verbiage soup in a white ceramic bowl It's only wordy turds made from runny rhymes a sick cerebral virus of diarrhea chimes Dribbling poetically down the sewer drain disgracing all that's eloquent loquacious thoughts in vain How horribly disgusting! Someone find a cure! I hope it's not contagious, and its harmlessly demure I've never read such stinky verse this poem's so perverse someone flush the toilet or press the button for the nurse! I've called the paramedics and the English teaching crowd the only thing they offered is I shouldn't be too loud They told me not to post this till the fever's gone away when I regain my consciousness I'll write a odorous bouquet But doctor's orders can't compete as these jingle turds excrete so please accept my apologies if you were about to eat ![]() ![]() |
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