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Array ( [sid] => 140006 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Summertime is unfashionable [time] => 2008-01-25 05:53:04 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Summertime
well I guess it is time to grab those ropes again
tie it on Ben, the black anchor
while we tell you a story about the time our house began to move.
It was Summertime
little fishes swam in the glass market;
just like the day skydivers dived
without a parachute.

'It's a flood'

I knew my girlfriend showered too much.
Now the mermaids of the sand
threw sludges at our daughters
and 'save tomorrow' fliers to the brothers.
They called it global warming
papa called it heat stroke.

Now a child has been given birth in a lake
and uncle Dan fed him pork
where the Irish Bar Mitzvah took place
in that same lake
Dan said 'Jeez woman i don't like soggy cakes!'

But when winter comes;
the successor of the distress that is autumn,
my house will begin to glide until
next
summer
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 51 [informant] => SomeDude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )

Summertime is unfashionable

Contributed by SomeDude on Friday, 25th January 2008 @ 05:53:04 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

Summertime
well I guess it is time to grab those ropes again
tie it on Ben, the black anchor
while we tell you a story about the time our house began to move.
It was Summertime
little fishes swam in the glass market;
just like the day skydivers dived
without a parachute.

'It's a flood'

I knew my girlfriend showered too much.
Now the mermaids of the sand
threw sludges at our daughters
and 'save tomorrow' fliers to the brothers.
They called it global warming
papa called it heat stroke.

Now a child has been given birth in a lake
and uncle Dan fed him pork
where the Irish Bar Mitzvah took place
in that same lake
Dan said 'Jeez woman i don't like soggy cakes!'

But when winter comes;
the successor of the distress that is autumn,
my house will begin to glide until
next
summer

Copyright © SomeDude ... [ 2008-01-25 05:53:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Summertime is unfashionable (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Saturday, 26th January 2008 @ 12:58:10 PM AEST
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I hate summers beause of the heat..I love the fall and winter..
Even thou we seldom get snow..
This made me laugh actully..Excellent!!

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