TheBlairZip
Makes a Great Meal
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Okay, I thought I'd try a long form epic, just to see if I could do it. I know it's not great, but I thought I'd give my mad rhyming skillz a workout.
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| You're crass and brass with no class, you ass! Don't sass me with your old bullshit! | |
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| But hear, my dear, a story so queer with which this balladeer shall try not to push it. | |
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| That was a stretch, you wretch, to fetch a rhyme to catch the judge's eye. | |
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| Your pardon, I cry! But why should I but try to fly away from the subject you deny? | |
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| Oh, speak, you freak, you meekish geek, what bleak tale do you spin? | |
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| I say, I pray, that I may sway you, much to your chagrin. | |
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The argument gets nasty...
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| I swear to God, you clod, I'll rip your cod sack from your groin! | |
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| Blow me wholly, thoroughly cornhole me, I tell thee, you shan't cajole me, mein freund! | |
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| I will not stand for any more of this asinine degredation. | |
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| How soon you forget, my dear, of my rudiment, "Self-improvement is masterbation" | |
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As the Night grows late, the lovers still debate...
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| Is it true? Are we through? The time flew when we were together. | |
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| Seems like a dream that gleems above the rest...when we met at that bar at the beach, Merriweathers. | |
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| It was you that I sought, so I bought you that shot and brought it to your table. | |
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| The band, the sand, a kiss of your hand...a dance, though I didn't think I was able. | |
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| We stumbled and fumbled and bumbled our way out on to the dance floor. | |
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| From the dance to your glance, a bulge grew in my pants. Then I knew it was time to score! | |
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| Could it be that we were meant to be? Our love should we try to save? | |
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| If it's fate, let's not wait, time for you and I to mate! Let's celebrate with our favorite activity.... | |
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| WHAT? ------------------------------------------ My name is Crystal! | |
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| Ummm....Janine? --------------------------- D'OH! | |
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I'm open to insults and abuse.
--- If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. D'OH!
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