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Pass the Gingerbread

clouds roll byclouds roll by Posts: 2
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Harry tell me the secret to the key lock on the door
You have the widest angle I've layed sullen eyes on
And to think you like the factory hand that multiplies
The hovering jar of handle bar wax

Please, Pleae Mr. Johnson
Pass the Gingerbread
Man you gotta pass the gingerbread
man...

It's too old to die
why won't it last for ever?
you could pack it up in a blanket and carry it far
plus the blaket won't spoil your dreams tonight

Please, Please Mr. Johnson
Pass the Gingerbread
Man you gotta pass the gingerbread
man...
and on heavens golden shores we'll lay our heads
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  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    and i love gingerbread men

    bite their heads off and suck on em...yummyy

    hhmmmm

    has sushi last night
    came with ginger

    the guy who made it was named
    Harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • keven 33keven 33 Posts: 259
    your poem is good although when i read the word gingerbread a spirit of watching really bad christmas cartoon specials entered me, some stuff its weird triggers an emotion of couldnt they have made this art a little better



    wont you be my neighbor
    convicted
  • clouds roll byclouds roll by Posts: 2
    clouds roll by wrote:
    Harry tell me the secret to the key lock on the door
    You have the widest angle I've layed sullen eyes on
    And to think you like the factory hand that multiplies
    The hovering jar of handle bar wax

    Please, Pleae Mr. Johnson
    Pass the Gingerbread
    Man you gotta pass the gingerbread
    man...

    It's too old to die
    why won't it last for ever?
    you could pack it up in a blanket and carry it far
    plus the blaket won't spoil your dreams tonight

    Please, Please Mr. Johnson
    Pass the Gingerbread
    Man you gotta pass the gingerbread
    man...

    remember this?
    and on heavens golden shores we'll lay our heads
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    I don't understand most of it, so it must be similar to Sylvia Path poetry :-) Actually, it makes me think of her poetry.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
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