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defensive offensive
shit mouthed rhyme
was it something I said this time
nothing worse than to read between the lines wrong
nothing meant but funny word play
but I laugh unconfused
even I can laugh at shit
seem to get a lot of it
defensive offensive
shit mouth rhyme
always ruining a good time

ibelieve, my apologies but my shit-mouthed rhyme was not directed at you. If you'll notice we posted at aproximately the same time. I found firsty's poem highly amusing so added my own foolishness. Nothing was directed at you. I don't understand your ire at all. I enjoy your contributions here, what's the problem? My humor doesn't suit everyone, I agree, but I didn't mean to offend. I think there's been a misunderstanding, I'll take my share of the blame.

Oh me, oh my!
Where did all that come from?
Mouse replied to firsty's canary!
Or maybe I missed something.
Maybe I'm dumb.

I never claimed to be too smart
but would be great if a new year starts
with jokes and laughs and smiles.
Which reminds me of the joke
I remember from when I was a child.

There was a tribe, you see,
who worshipped the Foo bird constantly.
They worshipped his being so much,
they'd feed him lunch
and hope he's shit on their shirts!
It was considered good luck
and nothing worse!

Some dude walked by
and the Foo shit right above in his eye!
He started to wipe it off as he was new to the tribe.
"No no NO!," they all screamed!
"You're lucky to be alive! Be thankful to bear it!
IF THE FOO SHITS, WEAR IT!"

My apologies mousey, guess I read it wrong,
guess I was lost searching for my bong
and didn't see the time posted
sorry if your mousey ass I roasted
without a casue
I pause
to make sure I am not out of line
I really do love your rhyme
I think it was the last line read wrong
"I shit on you"
I thought you meant me.
again my apologies

So like doreen said lets rhyme and joke
so here's one for ya.
Know why cowboys can't keep a girlfriend?

they think 8 seconds is a good ride.
"C"

thanks iblieve
I always feel bad
when shit upon
so why wouldn't you
and to be honest
I debated
whether or not
to use shit or poo
I went with the harsher version
cause I'm a turd
at heart

(and I was only speaking for the canary, wee critters must stick together you know!)

no hard feelings
I never mean to be unkind
I just get carried away
I'm silly you know
so keep that in mind

Poo, poo, poo
or doo, doo, doo
its all the same
still shit to me
and my diarrhea mouth
shits too free
I tried so many laxatives
but nothing works I always give
in at the slightest whim
probably why I'm so slim
constipated mouth doesn’t gain weight
but hey I relate
and can't wait
to read a mousy rhyme
I will watch my diarrhea mouth this time
LMAO

flow.....jam....flow
each beat
playing....resonating off the previous

.........................thought

river run
flow by my open window
carry me down

....................to the sea..................

I see
by the sea
wireman jammin with me
and iblieve
the mood be
mellow, mellow
like a river after the flood
resting from the rush to mud
drying in the wind
as the music begins
mellow mellow
the mood be
and iblieve
wireman jammin with me
by the sea
I see
freedom

the winds steady........& cool
o there be gusts and gales
g-l-o-r-i-a
shoutin it out
slings and arrows
then rapture.............flow.........we be....jamnation jammin
i do doodly do believe..................

No rhyme before its time.
No sling before its thing.
No gust before its gale,
or dust before its trail,
ridin' off, ridin' long,
jam be strong
bang a gong
(ouch)....

yes 'n deedly doodly,
neigh-bor-ini....

bang a gong?
I'd rather gang a bong.

and jam whamma jamma
contemplate the crystalline structure of beer

oh, it's going to be a very good year
a very good year.

A play on that Frank Sinatra song.

"When I Dusted That Bottle Of Seventeen Year Wine"
"I Said It Was A Very Good Year"
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Mercedes W201

Use to get dusted,
angel dusted weed,
filled a mental need.
Frank Sinatra singing put me to sleep
no driving bass
out of place
in my time
line snorted
dusted in the winds of change
and isn't it strange
to be alive
to realize
it was all jive
the future shock
no flying cars
no man on mars
just my poor ass in hock
and Uncle Sam
more like a mean step daddy
won‘t loan me his caddy.

Another play on a Frank Sinatra song


I Get No Kicks From Champagne
Ooooooooooo Ooooooooooooo
Mere Alcohol Doesn't Thrill Me At All
That's Why I Get A Belt Out Of You
Baaaaaa Baaaaa Baaaaa
Some People Get Kick From Coooooooooocaaaaaaaaine

He He!!!!

Took that from "Blazing Saddles".
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Mercedes Benz SLK Class