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Imagination
Contributed by
blackmarker
on
Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 04:38:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Wheels turning Gears in motion Thinking up another Crazy notion Like, if pigs get burnt, Shouldnt they wear lotion? And, just how much salt, Is in the ocean?
Sure Im strange Lets call it charm With a pen in my hand And my hand on my arm Thinking up stories Amazing tales My imagination Never fails
Some ideas are weird Maybe even stupid Like, wouldnt it be funny To have a pimp named Cupid, Whos going bald Whos big and fat, Who always wears A purple pimp hat?
Like I said My imagination doesnt cease But this poem does Cause I got nothing else to rhyme with.
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blackmarker
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2004-05-18 16:38:06] (Date/Time posted on
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