PieI know the strangest girl, And her name begins with L, She does the oddest things, As you’ll hear me tell.Pie
The other day she was hungry, And decided she wanted PIE, Well, okay, that’s fair enough, But oh me, oh my.
She liked the oddest flavours, First in went ice cream! Quality though- it was Phish Food, A girl goldfish’s dream. (Especially when she’s just been dumped, by that conceited catfish)
Next in went some cheap red wine (‘cause the fish gotta get pished). Next a frog, some jellybeans, Hot porri
Ode to a Mint ImperialOde to a Mint Imperial (found down the side of the sofa)Ode to a Mint Imperial
My small friend, Covered in lint, Behind the sofa, Glorious mint.
You are pristine perfection, Shiny, sweet and round, When they choose the Sugar King, You shall be crowned.
Our love shall be brief, Forgettable, Never regrettable (Till, after a night’s orgy, With your friends, The scales appear, Making your price oh too clear)
Full of flavour, I will savour, Your sacrifice But though I find, You rather nice. My teeth have 34 separ
AspectsOld man On the street corner Face of Thor Full of thunder. You are An aspect of me. You are Nothing like me.Aspects
Freyja’s found, In the nervous, defiant, Tilt of the chin, Of a woman, Walking the streets At night. Challenging the disapproving. Making unhidden the forbidden. She is An aspect of me. She is Nothing like me.
Laughing Loki, I see in the infinite faces, Of a city bar. Lingering traces Of animal cunning Fearful, searching for an edge Against an enemy world. H
Special DietI am a special person, I have a special diet, Whenever I start eating, People go very quiet.Special Diet
My preferred dish is daddy-long-legs, Fresh baked and in a bun, With mustard or with ketchup, I’m not a fussy one.
Elseways, butterflies are nice, When dressed in mayonaise, Though I would not make protest, If it was hollandaise.
But my absolute favourite, Which makes me bounce with glee, Is lean, Green, Diced, Or sliced, Fried Hide Of a DRAGON!
Told you I was special.
The Original PoemThe Original Poem Here was Taken DownThe Original Poem
So, yes.
The original poem was a mess.
So, yes, I took it down.
It was such a distress.
The original poem here found out how to disappear!
And then reappear with its magical powers, steer clear.
Or maybe the poem did not disappear Maybe this poem here was the original poem And I just edited it.
Maybe I wrote this whole poem just to confuse your poor soul.
Pup and BumbleI left you last time with a grand ole tale, A little bumblebee, her description in great detail. Now, this adventure, you just won't believe! of what my Cazilie can achieve.Pup and Bumble
One fine, English day, the little Bumblebee found a stray-- A stray what you might just wonder, it was a tiny puppy that had gone under, the bumblebee's flower!
Such an adorable little pup, it could almost just fit inside a tea cup! Cazilie decided she just had to keep him, she could even one day teach him to swim!
Cazilie picked out the great name of Rocky, since boys
My Muse is on VacationMy muse is on vacation; She's very far away. She will not give me inspiration. She wants things done her way.My Muse is on Vacation
She will not help me write a story. She cannot help me write a song. She wants to dance in all my glory, And she wants things written wrong.
My muse is very silly. I've tricked her now, you see. I've written this whole poem, And it's only made by me.
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