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[robocop656]

Come to the bakery
Where we clog all our arteries
Apple pie shrapnel
End up in a funeral chapel
Your body is a whale
You'll turn into a snail
High blood pressure will prevail

Bark in the amusement park
Have sex in the trailer park
When you eat a cow shark

Gay horses are child's play
Eating curry in Bombay
Eating a fish filet on Saint Patty's Day
At the end of the day we will all have tooth decay

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I love how the structure and meaning broke down as the poem progressed. As the poet descended into madness!

I have...formidable rivals... :nervous:

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Fierce? Pungent? :pissed2: Smelly? :pissed: :pissed4: :pissed5:

Never talk to you! AGAIN!

Oh! Don't be upset. I only said that because I needed something to rhyme with smelly. I am not THAT good at rhymes and must sometimes make compromises. It won't happen. Again! :nervous:

[Goal Stockhausen]

Dear Robo, could you please tell the baker, that there are thousands of words, that rhyme on BELLY and why did he use FIERCE and PUNGENT? No rhymeing reason! AT ALL! PFFFFF....no t...

Here is the verse as it should have been written.


She will never sped up again, the darling-friend of mine,
That so often used to cook, something tasty for our dine,
She was so lovely, so nice and actually,
She was the NOT AT ALL smelly girl I found in Arnolds belly.

Tell him also that MY FATHER is VERY upset...

[robocop656]

I am not a smart man.

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Huh, bearded man, you have made a blunder,
And it doesn't matter if you are on top or under,
You shouldn't have insulted my dear daughter Goal,
She now has bought a BUMB that will make a big hole,
And your precious brown box will blow up in a BOOOONG,
And all your sin-muffins will fly to heaven with a PLOOONG.

You shouldn't have called her pungent and smelly,
She hates to be reminded of the time in Arnolds belly,
She is a bit neurotic, that girl I must say,
And now you have awoken her murderous way,
So don't come to me, when your box has been blown,
You surely this BUMB on yourself have thrown.

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

I am not a smart man.

But of course you are! Very SMART! And lovely wrinkled!

[robocop656]

I ate a girl
So I bought another
We love each other
She loves my blubber

I smell like rotten eggs
We are eating frog legs
At home on polyurethane foam


I'm under your bed sheets
Laying in manure
It seems quite obscure
In the Persian gulf war

Now I'm back from the liquor store
Bottles lying on the ocean floor
My brain is impure
Now I'm looking for the girl next door

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Aber doch!

This poem is to advanced and modern for me,
So I have decided to let it be,
It seems far to deep,
And for me also too steep,

I can feel it is breathtaking,
But I will not be the one, that is faking,
Some understanding of the hidden agenda,
And with that, I recommend it to a literary referenda...

Now I am driving home in a blizzard. 3 dm new snow and storm. That is something! Wish me luck...

[robocop656]

I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting, nevertheless extraordinary pharmaceutical intellectuality, counterbalancing indecipherability, transcendentalizes intercommunications incomprehensibleness.

[Hubble86]

My dear boy! Are you ok? And the wrinkles are still there? HUH! Pharmaceutical intellectuality? Butt I still love them! Your wrinkles...I mean...

[robocop656]

Yes! My mind is still intact!

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

May I interfere? What do you think of my interpreting?

I don't know where the family-doctors learnt to write by hand, the not legible and perplex recipes, but some seem to be very interested in pharmacology, and balance the decodes to basic categories. But they have often a lack of understanding of the written or verbal inside message.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

There once was a man from Leeds,
Who did only noble deeds,
But they said he was slacking,
And they sent him packing,
Neglecting his delicate needs

They said he peed on the floor,
And still, they said even more,
That he's a bucket of lard,
Who barks in the yard,
And used to be Stockhausen's whore

[robocop656]

My friend from Russia
He can sense my touch
Eating oranges in my car seat
Eating sausage meat
Eating luncheon meat
He'll end up on the toilet seat
This post is incomplete

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

:)I think I like the carpet.


Oh, how often I dream about Leeds,
From there came my darling with needs,
But he left with his packing,
And there I was so slacking,
I banned all my German good deeds...

I should have crept on the floor,
And said that I should love him more,
If he shit in the yard,
Used a bucket for his lard,
And not dirty my carpets like a whore-bore...

I love to steal the bakers all rhymes,
He can be proud over that, at some times,
What the baker has found,
I will use as a ground,
For my poems and my muffins with lime...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I will bet 30 pence,
That your poem does not make any sense,
You steal my rhyme,
Almost every time,
To mock me at my own expense

Oh- I also like the rug,
But I do not like that thug,
His muscles are big,
But he could use a wig,
And he need not look so smug

[Arnold Layne]

I, Arnold, am concerned about the fate of my faraway freckled friend from Finland.

Greetings from Taco Bell,
Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Sorry! I have all sorts of flu and have to stay in bed some days more...

:luv1: :luv1:

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Good luck resting under your bed. See that the ugly birds don't step on you as you snooze! :nervous:

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Thank you for your kind wishes! But I have an ugly-bird-whip to chase the cackeling Seattle-monsters away.

My feverdreams about bakers with poisoned muffins are worse to get rid of. :shud: :shud:

[robocop656]

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

The Cow: MUUUU! May I tell you a secret dear? It is such a burden on my heart.

The Dog: Nooooo! For heavens sake! Nooooo! Wuff wuff wuff wuff...I can't take it...Wofffffff

[robocop656]

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Cow: Muuu! May I tell you a secret, dear? It is such a burden on my heart!

Dog: Jaja! But first fuck! Woff woff!

Cow: Sorry! That was the secret, dear. Never, ever again!

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Dog, cross between a dachshund and a boxer: Woff! Wasn't it funfun, you silly cow? At all?

Cow, Black-white landrace: Noop! Too little, too fast and too inconvenient. One benefit though! I learnt to woff!

Woff, woff, woff, woff, woff, woff...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Little Boxes, little Boxes,
Little Boxes with Ovens and orgy Beds,
Little Boxes of Ticky-Tacky and made for ugly Birds.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Little boxes full of muffins baked in stress and in sin...

How are the springs with you this year? Same damn stress? Huh!

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Actually not so many stresses during this season! The best Spring in years.

[NeverendingAbyss]

Awaken today to find a summer day
Spring has mated with the hottest of seasons I say
And even though my Orchids continue to blossom
I know one day they will all fall to the bottom

Woof woof.