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There was a lad named Chaos who live in the North
There was a lad named Chaos who lived upon the north.
Some days upon a bicycle, he would sally forth.
The cat and dog would look at him with a wistful grin,
And sneak into the fridge and fix a Mickey Finn.
“I’ll be so cross without a trout,” Dizzy twitched her tail.
And little Jenny sat and sighed, “Where’s that Russian borzoi boyfriend for me named Mikhail?”
Off he toodled far and wide on his tiny rims,
Mermaids and troll he did search on a mirthful whim.
Down the cliffs he fell and bounced, like a rubber ball,
Luckily he landed on his head to break the spinning fall.
“Curse you, trolls!” he sa
Cake ObsessionThere is a house magnificent
With marble floors and satin drapes;
Yet the owner has a bad temperament
Which twisted his face into ugly shapes.
His life was filled with loneliness
He knew he made a mistake
To prefer work over love
He had missed his mother's cake.
He does little work yet he earns gold;
Yet if you watch his life unfold,
You'll see the pain he had as a child
Because his plans of stealing cake were defiled.
His past was filled with nonstop pain
And seconds passed in sheer disdain
Because his sister stole his cake
And threw it into a murky lake.
Evil plans are strolling his mind
All for the cake, so he could find.
He took the k
Maine: A LimerickMaine: The Land of Snow and Tractors -
where the Shotguns are plenty and the Teeth are few,
where the Men are Men and the Women are too.
Oh Lonely TomatoOh lonely tomato
so juicy, so red
I watched you sit alone
on your cold hard bed
your bed made of marble
a contrasting grey
Oh shiny tomato
i hate to see you this way
You stand out, tomato
amongst the kitchen things
your companion is the "happy mug"
which once thought it had wings
so it flew from the counter
but landed with a crash
and now its edge is chipped
but at least it didnt smash
Oh lonely tomato
you look so red and sweet
I think I'll pick you up
'cause I want something to eat
Oh lonely tomato
now you are no more
and you were too acidic
so you made my belly sore
farewell my friend
now you are eaten
and this is the end.
Ways of WalkenThe path of Walken is mysterious.
With many twists and turns.
For there's so much that awaits for you.
Follow me and you will see.
I invented a program.
To bring out your Inner Walken.
It is a simple hypnosis program.
Trigger is cowbell.
Ever wanted to be Walken?
Ever wanted to get over your fear of him?
Then this program is the thing.
The key to curing your Walkenphobia.
I must warn you that..
That once you go Walken.
You can't go back.
And you won't be able to.
It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face you turn.
Your wish will be forever true
You will be Chris and no more you...
Cowbell. Tink Tink T
.: Sleep! :.
Sleep, oh wonderful and refreshing sleep,
How skillfully evasive thou can be.
Sleep, oh how I yearn for refreshing sleep,
But thou still refuseth to come to me.
At times I close these tired eyes of mine,
And immediately fall aslumber.
Yet sometimes I start to lose track of time,
And still my wakefulness does not crumble.
I beggingly beseech thee, oh great sleep.
Please do come to rescue me from this woe.
How deeply I yearn for thee, oh great sleep,
My desire for thee continues to grow.
Sleep! What a mighty and powerful name!
Sleep! In lacking thee there's nothing to gain!
Minya's just a little tyke....
Atomic monsters breathing fire
Don’t wake them up and rouse their ire.
Minya’s just a little tyke,
Covers miles with a little hike.
Atomic smoke rings are his thing,
Practicing to be the monster king.
Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, and Manda,
I’ve yet to see a radioactive panda.
Godzilla’s Revenge we will NOT discuss,
Don’t make me mad and start a fuss.
I miss poor Minya, he’s really cute.
To hug him would be a mighty hoot.
But I’d be kinda squished.
Not exactly something you’d have wished.
The Kamacuras are coming near…
…it time to run and hide in fear!
FairiesDew drops have gathered on
Glasses of wine,
Smelling of spring where the
Fairies have dined.
Scours the trees,
Stealing their dreams in the
Coldness of screams.
Beasts of the shadows now
From rivers that demons have
Come from before.
Teeth shine like knives and
Blood is then spilt,
Quenching the thirst of
I thought I’d write
A lovely poem
About some fairies and gnomes,
But this is what happens
When I’m stuck on a weekend at home.
Walken Chant RepriseAt first I was shocked.
I didn't know what to do.
Because becoming Walken.
Was too good to be true.
I thought it would be scary.
Maybe even a little strange.
I took the slippery road of no return.
To the ways of Walken I did turn.
And then my wish and dreams came true.
I am Chris..and no more me.
But there's nothing else i'd like to be.
And to think..
That it started with a Walken fan, a computer program..
And a cowbell.
Pumpkin LimerickThere once was a happy old man,
Whose favorite pumpkin was smashed by a van.
The driver was sorry and cried very sad.
The old man just laughed and said, “Now don’t feel so bad”
Now it will be pie, all baked in a pan.
The Basket CaseThe Basket Case
The white coats are coming now
I hear the clinking of a key
They draw so near that i can hear
I know they are coming for me
My body is aching every day
My mind is tired and stressed
Lock me up in my bedroom
And then we will all be blessed
La Classe Liberata, Parte 13Giunser in poco alle nevi perenni,
Marco alla guida perché egli la strada
pel rifugio sapeva. Così, indenni,
in una grotta, sguainata la spada,
entraron circospetti: .
Luce scorsero in fondo alla grotta:
era d'un fuoco a una donna vicino
urlò con voce rotta
Marco che riconobbe il volto fino.
Ma la strega iniziò lesta la lotta:
era nascosta dentro un anfrattino
e da lì uscì non appena sentì
il grido con cui Marco si tradì.
Pronti i nostri sguainarono le lame,
Enea anche trasse fuor un pugnale,
per uccider quella donna infame
che era Timiditas, strega del male.
Come fiere che abbiano m
He's wearing a dressI'm gone tonight
Playing in the wilderness
While back in town
My lover's trying on a dress
I'm dancing in the evening rain
It's soaking me to my skin
While my lover's playing beauty queen
With a silly boyish grin
I'm gone tonight
Thinking of my lover's ways
And all the while he's dancing
In his weird dressy ways
PillowPillow, sweet pillow,
I lay down my head
To see you this night
While wallowing in dread.
I’m immediately whisked
Away to greet dreams
In a place where nothing
Is quite like it seems.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
Don’t leave me this night
For you are the comfort
That makes me feel light.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
In the depth of my sleep
I ate a 5-pound marshmallow
So, you, I no longer keep.
You disappeared the next morning,
It’s not quite clear where,
But I hear you each night
In my tummy as you tear.
My Suncoast ExperienceOne day I was at Suncoast browsing anime, you see,
When a guy who worked there started talking to me!
He talked about Naruto, Hetalia, Vocaloid;
This was just something I couldn't avoid.
A few minutes passed, I think it was ten,
I thought I could never go home again!
He blabbed on and on about Pokemon and Bleach,
And I was getting real tired of this otaku speech!
(Don't get me wrong, I love anime so,
Bu t nobody wants otaku overload!)
He asked to go to a cosplay convention,
My heart sank in my stomach from all the tension,
For, you see, I wasn't in my hometown,
I was on vacation, just looking around.
A drive from home to there would be toug
One Late Autumn AfternoonI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
One Late Autumn Afternoon
The day was sunny with the golden light of autumn, but this corner of the room was screened off to keep it in a comfortable dusk.
Kagome knelt down next to the basket cradle that held her sleeping son, and tucked the covers in securely, before gently ruffing his silver bangs. Atae's puppy ear twitched a little, but he made no move to wake up.
"I didn't think he'd ever get to sleep," Kagome said softly, mostly to herself. She straightened up, but looked at the sleeping boy fondly. "He was so crabby, too.
Time to LeaveI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
Time to Leave
"And then the headman took one look at InuYasha . . . "
Miroku's voice droned on and on. InuYasha flicked his right ear, trying to keep his face pleasant while his friend continued the story. He hadn't wanted to stop here right after he and the monk had gotten back to the village, but since Kagome was here visiting Sango, Sango insisted on making supper.
Dinner was over, and Sango had tucked their children in bed to sleep in the back, but Miroku, ignoring the signs from his company, had pulled out the sake, and had started sharing tales of their la
One Winter NightI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
One Winter Night Beside the Fire
The wind howled, whipping through the trees outside of their house and beating coldly on the shutters. Even near the fire pit, the air was cold and biting.
Kagome sat on her mat beside the fire, wrapped up in a quilt, warming her hands on a cup of tea. She stared at the pale green liquid for a bit, swirling it a little as she watched it, before raising it to her lips to drink it. She looked up at her husband as she sipped. He too was wrapped up in a quilt, because his fire rat clothes were hanging up to dry after being soaked th
One Pleasant AfternoonI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
A Particularly Pleasant Afternoon
She felt it first, a huge flair of youki, and then she heard it, a rumbling sound building to the supersonic that could only be a kaze no kizu. And it was close. Kagome dropped her laundry basket in the middle of the room, grabbed her arrows and bow, and with Atae still strapped to her back, ran outside.
It didn't take her long to find him. He was just a little bit beyond their hut and near the meadow where she often went collecting herbs. InuYasha, his youki still riding high, stood holding a transformed Tessaiga, bands of powe
Poem: Winter StormWinter Storm
Staring out at the snow as the blizzard whirls white,
he hears her laughter lift and soar
he had seen her do her dance before,
sometimes high in mountain passes,
sometimes just outside his shelter's door,
the Snow Woman who comes with storm-filled night.
He closes the shutter and watches the fire burn bright
against her cold wind touched with dreams
of easy death and loss and want and schemes
She has beauty, but her eyes have frosted lashes
and the darkness in them always teems
with cold envy of other's warmth and light.
He adds more wood to the fire to make it light
and watches his sleeping child
The Writer, Facing Her BrowserI really should be writing,
I really really should,
I know that I can leave this place
If I only would.
I could x the browser,
close it and go away,
but then I might miss something,
or lose a chance to play,
skip a meme or miss a gif
or political commentary -
The what ifs really haunt my thoughts
and make me very wary -
I really should be writing,
I really ought to go,
But will I? I'm ashamed to say
The answer's probably no.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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