01-14-2015, 05:33 PM
(01-14-2015, 10:53 AM)bena Wrote: I'm just not sure ear wax would ever replace butter for my popcorn needs.
Merc---I think I love you right now. (but I'm fickle, so strike while the babelfish is hot)
"Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't."
Funny story, when I was looking for this particular poem to make sure I spelled it all right, I found yahoo question which said "Is Siri drunk? I asked her to tell me a poem and this is what she said..."
So for my latest post on the Wisdom thread....Siri is in the lead.
Oh yeah, and welcome newperson.
I shall not be partaking of your popcorn.
bena!
I love that poem! What a word salad sandwich!
