I’ll start.
Under this sky in a blink of an eye…
I want to write a poem with y’all.
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Musings on the byways of popular culture
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While everyone was looking elsewhere
Along came a duck…
And so ended this clusterfuck.
Attack! Attack! Attack dogs were skewered upon the railing, the blood still warm and oozing…
But no it did not
Prevent the zebras from boozing.
The lions remain teetotal
Though evidence remains anecdotal
Of hairiness scrotal
They finally disappeared through a space time portal
..that led to Hollywood.
… and beyond.
Where he caressed the perfect hair of his perfect blond
Whilst knocking one out behind the pond.
There came a familiar song…
… the theme to Donkey Kong
But when Kong threw his barrels
And tied up his surcingles
he said “Blimey! Who made that pong?”
There once was a man from Leeds, who swallowed a packet of seeds…
One grew to a bulb…….
(And that was the end of that.)
You are an educated man.
A used cannot grow into a bulb!
It forms a chrysalis before becoming a plant.
It sets up a record company before joining Led Zeppelin?
Meanwhile all the kids were a hippin’ and a heppin’
O, the times, they are a-changin’
So pour a tot of artisanal grain gin
elomen elomen lefitalominal
wolminuscaio
baumbala bunga
acycam glastula feirofim flinsi
elominuscula pluplubasch
rallalalaio
endremin saxassa flumen flobollala
feilobasch falljada follidi
flumbasch
gluglamen gloglada gleroda glandridi
(Wolken excerpt Hugo Balls)
Or this.
A curious fellow called Schwitters
Had a penchant for cute babysitters
He’d lure them in
With lashings of gin
But always made sure to add bitters.