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The llama
The one-l lama,
He's a priest; The two-l llama, He's a beast. And I will bet A silk pajama There isn't any Three-l lllama. Noooooowwwww......GO! |
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Round II
We hiked along without care. Then we ran into a bear! He was a hairy bear! He was a scary bear! We beat a hasty retreat from his lair, Last edited by Fenris; 6th January 2021 at 04:49 PM. |
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Unpack your adjectives! |
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What a funny little bird a frog are
Him ain't got no tail at all hardly When him walk, him hop And when him sit, him sit on his tail But him ain't got no tail at all hardly |
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Ya want Ogden Nash, do ya?
I Yield to My Learned Brother or Is There a Candlestick Maker in the House? The doctor gets you when you're born, The preacher, when you marry. And the lawyer lurks with costly clerks If too much on you carry. Professional men, they have no cares; Whatever happens, they get theirs. You can't say When To professional men. For it's always When to they; They go out and golf With the big bad wolf In the most familiar way. Hard times for them contain no terrors; Their income springs from human errors. The noblest lord is ushered in By a practicing physician. And the humblest lout is ushered out By a certified mortician. And in between, they find their foyers Alive with summonses from lawyers. Oh, would my parents long ago Have memorized this motto! For then might I, their offspring, buy A Rolls or an Isotto. But now I fear I never can, For I am no professional man. You can't say When To professional men, For it's always When to they; They were doing fine in '29 And they're doing fine today. One beacon doth their path illumine, To wit: to err is always humine. |
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Yay! I'm a llama again! Wait...
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I didn't think about this till just now, but Fenris omitted the footnote to the poem he presented:
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![]() I have a whole book of his stuff. I figured you'd like this one. |
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Round III
Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea If I never hear your name again It's all the same to me And I think, It's gonna be alright Yeah, The worst is over now The mornin' sun is shining Like a red rubber ball |
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You say the hill’s too steep to climb
Chiding You say you’d like to see me try Climbing You pick the place and I’ll choose the time And I will climb that hill in my own way Just wait a while for the right day And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling Merciless the magistrate turns ’round Frowning And who’s the fool who wears the crown? And go down in your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd |
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I'm eighteen with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it I'm picked to click now I'm a son-of-a-gun So hold it right there little girl, little girl We're gonna have big fun I may be an oldie, but I'm a goodie, too I'll last forever and I'll be good to you, oh, yes I will I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it I'm a super soul, sure shot, yeah I'm a national breakout So let me check your play list, mama Huh, c'mon let's make out |
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It's much too groovy a summer's day
To waste running 'round in the city But here on the sand I can dream away Or look at the girls in their pretty It's a turn down day, nothin' on my mind It's a turn down day and I dig it |
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No one’s got number three and although one person kind of came close. No one’s even tried number two.
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Woah! boy, that was one big, ugly bear!
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![]() Interjections! Show excitement! Or emotion! And are generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point, or by a comma when the feelings not as strong. |
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I'm not quite familiar with this game, but #3 is Red Rubber Ball by The Cyrkle.
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They were certainly the first people to record it
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On the shores of Lake Michigan
I bit into a White Fishigan. -- on a travel postcard from Ogden Nash |
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O misery, misery, mumble and moan!
Someone invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers. |
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I still suspect motive. In fact, I suspect the function of this whole thread, and particularly round two. Is it hooking up two boxcars and making 'em run right? Or perhaps it is to note that you sure gotta climb a lot of steps to get to this Capitol building here in Washington.
Last edited by stormie; 7th January 2021 at 05:06 PM. Reason: Red Rubber Ball was written by Paul Simon maybe with Art Garfunkle |
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A three alarma is a really big fire.
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Especially given the prompting you gave him in post 7.
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Yeah. But that's par for the course for Clothy. |
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A peanut sat on a railroad track
His heart was all flutter Along came the 5:15 Toot, toot peanut butter |
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Dolly Llama, drama for your llama, Fernando Lllamas, your llama=the lion king, ¡Cuidado hay llamas! |
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