Thursday, February 10, 2005
More Poetry from The Farside
There once was a girl named Katie
And sure that she is me matey
She likes fruity drinks
And toasts with loud clinks
Turns out that's the reason she hangs with me.
-matt
There once was a boy named Matt,
Whose butt was anything but fat.
He likes to kick machines,
And line up his coffee lid seams,
"Tis the reason he's nutty as a bat.
-me
Seems Katie wants a limerick fight
But she doesn't have the lyrical might
With her I'll clean up the floor
And show her the proverbial door
Or maybe not because the number of syllables ain't right.
-matt
And sure that she is me matey
She likes fruity drinks
And toasts with loud clinks
Turns out that's the reason she hangs with me.
-matt
There once was a boy named Matt,
Whose butt was anything but fat.
He likes to kick machines,
And line up his coffee lid seams,
"Tis the reason he's nutty as a bat.
-me
Seems Katie wants a limerick fight
But she doesn't have the lyrical might
With her I'll clean up the floor
And show her the proverbial door
Or maybe not because the number of syllables ain't right.
-matt
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