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Post by Kitten on Dec 22, 2004 17:05:04 GMT -5
With your molar cufflinks, suede suit and papier-mâché hair, dashing, dashing cavalier.
Shimmy to my porch, nip me on the nose, hide that reptilian tongue.
But you may keep my doormat.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Dec 22, 2004 17:12:58 GMT -5
Quirky ass mood indeed. First thought was jack frost, though the molar cufflinks were disturbing, but reptile tongue, threw me for a helluva loop... and I repeat "damn enigmatic poets!"
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Post by Kitten on Dec 22, 2004 17:30:09 GMT -5
Ahh I see where ya'd get the -jack frost-. But don't ask, don't ask... ;D
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Post by Aish on Dec 22, 2004 17:32:28 GMT -5
Was this supposed to make me giggle? 'Cause it did. But it reminded me of one of those lawn ornaments, maybe even one of those light up ones. Interesting, indeed!
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Post by Yossarian on Dec 22, 2004 20:05:56 GMT -5
I agree with chrys; this poem was quite amusing, actually, the last line made me laugh. ;D hard to say what I liked specifically about this piece; the title went perfectly with the poem, and I have been on many a blind date where something like this happened. I imagine it happens to girls more so. nice work! yoss
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burningbetrayl
Crimson Soul
fairytale dreams, and razorblade desires,screams liquid red bleeding into the fire
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Post by burningbetrayl on Dec 25, 2004 21:48:41 GMT -5
I didn't really think it was funny, I did want to post in the new humor board though. so yada yada yada good usage of words blah blah blah (not very funny though)
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Post by Kitten on Dec 25, 2004 22:17:23 GMT -5
The word is witty - look it up.
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Post by Hyde on Dec 26, 2004 3:57:26 GMT -5
Its weird when you are alone and you laugh, then someone walks in and all you have to say to them is "What?" thanks for that.
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burningbetrayl
Crimson Soul
fairytale dreams, and razorblade desires,screams liquid red bleeding into the fire
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Post by burningbetrayl on Dec 27, 2004 23:21:21 GMT -5
I didn't really think it was "witty" either.
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Post by queenie on Dec 28, 2004 6:18:51 GMT -5
Song of experience indeed!
Loved the imgaery and the final line was just perfect.
Q
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Post by Kitten on Dec 28, 2004 10:11:52 GMT -5
I didn't really think it was "witty" either. Of course you wouldn't. Here, have a doobie.
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burningbetrayl
Crimson Soul
fairytale dreams, and razorblade desires,screams liquid red bleeding into the fire
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Post by burningbetrayl on Dec 28, 2004 17:15:12 GMT -5
That was not witty either.
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Post by Kitten on Dec 28, 2004 20:13:55 GMT -5
...said the guy who wouldn't know -wit- even if it hit him upside the head.
Thank you, come again. ;D
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burningbetrayl
Crimson Soul
fairytale dreams, and razorblade desires,screams liquid red bleeding into the fire
Posts: 105
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Post by burningbetrayl on Dec 28, 2004 22:26:50 GMT -5
Im sorry kitty cat..My lack of wit must go much further than I imagined. I did not even know wit was something that could hit me in the head . I bow to your greatness.
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 2, 2005 18:50:25 GMT -5
well it made me smile....
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