Father heard his children scream, So he threw them in the stream, Saying, as he drowned the third, "Children should be seen, not heard!" -Harry Graham
Oh, I'm a little teddy bear I don't swear S***, Bugger, A**hole I don't care -Phil "Philthy Animal" Taylor
There once was a man from Peru. He dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night, to find that his dream had come true. ~Gary Snail.
Rocks. These are my rocks. Sediments make me sedimental. Smooth and round, asleep in the ground. Shades of brown and grey. ~Maud Pie.
The issue I have here is, not all rocks are actually grey or brown; orthoclase is a bright yellow, microcline is a greenish cyan colour, realgar is bright but rusty orange, whereas cinnabar is brilliant red. (This is me being facetious, just to alleviate any ambiguity). Sent from my SHIELD using Tapatalk
Hehe. If it wasn't for the sentence in parentheses, I probably would have argued that she said "shades of brown and grey" to keep it simplistic. Well, I kinda just did anyways.
Yes, I think I might make a habit of doing that, as I acknowledge how dry my sense of humour can be. As an aside, why do I know so many different rocks? I blame Dwarf Fortress. It ended teaching me more geology than the rest of my education. Sent from my SHIELD using Tapatalk
I think my poems do improve, this place where people's bowels move. The ****house poet tells no lies, but what he leaves may attract flies. Hot as tar and thick as glue, dark as night, this number two. There's no more paper, flushed it all, so now I write upon the wall. I carried such a heavy load, but missed my aim at the commode. Drop your pants and sing a song, then hope it comes out thick and long. -Original bathroom poems by yours truly
