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Teradactyl

neat_hightopsneat_hightops Posts: 12
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Oh if was a Teradactyl
I'd jump and swim all day
Oh if i was a Teradactyl
I'd mold things out of clay
Oh if i was a Teradactyl
I'd spray mold on my coat
And if i was a Teradactyl
I'd jump across your moat

Being a Teradactyl
Sure does have its flaws
Being a Teradactyl
The cool thing is...I have claws!

Watch me in the sky
I fly high
I screech
I make things die

Down from the blue I come
I zip in with a hum
Take my prey
Not leaving a crumb

Oh if I was a Teradactyl
I'd wash my car each morn
Oh if I was a Teradactyl
I'd wish for just a horn
Oh if I was a Teradactyl
I'd eat rice krispy's treats
Oh if I was a Teradactyl
I think it'd be so neat!

~fin
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  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    grassity grass
    grassity grass
    grassity grass grass grass
    grassity grass grass
    grassity grass
    grass grass grass grass grass
  • neat_hightopsneat_hightops Posts: 12
    pass the fruit
    pass the fruit
    fruit, here comes!
    pass the bowl
    pass the bowl
    duck quick! here comes the bowl!
    pass the frog
    pass the frog
    Ribbet Ribbet Ribbet
    pass the bone
    pass the bone
    I need a cold shower
    I need to be alone
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    the crack pipe is full my friend and we do need to smoke some more remember that one time when i dreamed it up and then we did it all that flying on the ground but we were just flapping our arms wildly and people told us to stop and that Fox slapped you in the face and then slapped me and we stopped flyig for a second and caught the bottom of the ocean and hauled it off in a Rent-a-Truck and delivered it to Mrs. Magmuffin and she gave us sexual favors because she likes the ocean's butt and is a fantastic cook and made of sloppy joe's and red flavoured jelly and a steamy pot of marijuana leaves and we got to be hippies and laugh a lot and pretend like we were flying.
  • neat_hightopsneat_hightops Posts: 12
    and skippder D' Abalo used to tell me to stay off his grass when you would run through with interesting inner-tubes in your once pierced ears? Remember that, do ya? huh? Remember when i fell off the blanket of hysterics, into the pillow pudding based assumption of leafy green misnomers? I used to like getting high with Fox, I hate him that he hit me like that, we used to peg each others' lad pants and make necking comments about the pretty girls downtown. Corn on the copia and corn on the cob, add cheese to both and you have a treat for the gods. Meat whimsical Chinese broth and a special ragamuffin for Mr. Swanson and his cake car. Watch out though, it only seats 8, bench style, and has no brakes. TO THE CAKE CARE...POST HASTE!
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
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    Valley Vale wasn't so keen on your ideas of raggamuffin wilderness hiding but she still liked to hide in those tents in your backyard and play doctor and stripper and 3rd Avenue whore ha ho ha ho ha ho ha ho she would laugh and laugh and laugh and then i would stand knocking at your front door with my Wiz-Kid Rayon Pants and wonder if you were just crunching your cereal too loudly or just sleeping and dreaming about Pirate Pete and his steaming load of black moustaches that he kept in his bubble bucket, you get?
  • neat_hightopsneat_hightops Posts: 12
    Salad and pita

    making ways over the neoglected interests

    Bread and Ham

    Make up and fork things which dangle loose inside

    Havatope and mexico, i can't see so swell
    sometimes i like to go over there
    >

    I have things on the brain
    and my brain has things on me
    i control my brain
    and my brain controls me
    i want to cook my brain
    but my brain cooks me
    I lack whats left of the spectrum of my brain
    but my brain doesn't lack me
    i pound the keyboard with my brain
    but my brain pounds me
    i stare into the rain
    but my brain rains on me
    i eat what i can
    but my brain eats me
    i want to stand
    but my brain can't stand me
    i want to sit
    but my brain sits on me
    i'm throwing a fit
    but my brain fits me
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by neat_hightops
    I have things on the brain
    and my brain has things on me
    i control my brain
    and my brain controls me
    i want to cook my brain
    but my brain cooks me
    I lack whats left of the spectrum of my brain
    but my brain doesn't lack me
    i pound the keyboard with my brain
    but my brain pounds me
    i stare into the rain
    but my brain rains on me
    i eat what i can
    but my brain eats me
    i want to stand
    but my brain can't stand me
    i want to sit
    but my brain sits on me
    i'm throwing a fit
    but my brain fits me

    that was really grood
    i mean good
    and great
    good and great

    tee hee
    we're cool

    NO!

    YOU'RE NOT
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Super Speedy:
    he was taht one guy who ranrealfast but not so fast that itwasablurr to see him and he liked to eat marshmallows with orange juice remember they would float in teh juice and then he'd eat them and we would puke because we were not a fan of seeing people eat orange juice soaked marshmallows but i digress because if i digested anyting at all it was that poem i saw one time that i can't really remember but it went something like:
    rum tum
    tug tigger
    tum
    rum tum
    or something like that, you know with more words that made sense and ones that you could read and fall madly in love with but i guess i forgot it too many nights laying awake and thinking about Suzie's wonderous ball of hair removal gell and her massive hunks of hang nail limp skin spread with mustard seeds that grew to tall trees and became a bean stalk for Hermy to chop down and make a bread on bread sandwich, not much else like 6 pieces of different bread in one sandwich mmm.
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