Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
Cross the Tiber with
Caesar's ghost -
turn the tide!

this caesar, named Caesar, a roman
already passed over the Jordan,
joined other ghosts,
all of them at most
turn tidal waves of boredom.
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this caesar, named Caesar, a roman
already passed over the Jordan,
joined other ghosts,
all of them at most
turn tidal waves of boredom.

The lack of education survives
through grandparents, husband and wives.
No Caesar from Rome
crossed the Jordan's dead foam.
Why on earth do the ignorant thrive?
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The lack of education survives
through grandparents, husband and wives.
No Caesar from Rome
crossed the Jordan's dead foam.
Why on earth do the ignorant thrive?


Jordan can be crossed everywhere
the ignorant able to thrive and die
just like the wise
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    Jordan can be crossed everywhere
    the ignorant able to thrive and die
    just like the wise
   
   
    Good old Jordan's irrigation flow-rate-ies,
    Got my Tigris et up by Euphrates.
    There's one ends in dead,
    With the other's blood shed...
    Ignorance? -- Don't go blaming Kuwaitis.
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Good old Jordan's irrigation flow-rate-ies,
Got my Tigris et up by Euphrates.
There's one ends in dead,
With the other's blood shed...
Ignorance? -- Don't go blaming Kuwaitis.

I strain in vain, contents hardened again,
but irrigations irritate just the same.
tender knots tend to lose drops of blood.
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( Smile hope you're feeling better)


I strain in vain, contents hardened again,
but irrigations irritate just the same.
tender knots tend to lose drops of blood.

warmth ultimately drops
after the flare ups
of untended fires
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warmth ultimately drops
after the flare ups
of untended fires

wet farts  warm tenderly
it´s the fault of my enemy
the return-flow enema



( Smile hope you're feeling better)
(I feel good, can´t quite empathize with my poems´subjects though, thank god I never was that irrigated  Smile
sorry for posting another "shitty" 3-liner, won´t do it anymore, promise)
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wet farts  warm tenderly
it´s the fault of my enemy
the return-flow enema

it's so hot in here--
how are we not enemies
in this dutch oven?
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    it's so hot in here--
    how are we not enemies
    in this dutch oven?
   
    my dutch oven just farts,
    mein Einlauf scheiterte --
    this tight asshole is my enemy!

                                                                                                                i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
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my dutch oven just farts,
    mein Einlauf scheiterte --
    this tight asshole is my enemy!

"we are not enemies" said a master-cook in his days
it´s just some too hot recipes and an ill-tempered fireplace.
history failed to see and went on to roast
the angels he´d had to his toast.
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    "we are not enemies" said the master-cook in his days
    it´s just some too hot recipes and an ill-tempered fireplace.
    history failed to see and went on to roast
    the angels he´d had to his toast.
   
    failed angels roasted at God's behest
    unblessed and removed from their heavenly nest
    dichotomy needed and quickly supplied
    to save us from sin, Satan needs to be fried

                                                                                                                i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
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failed angels roasted at God's behest
unblessed and removed from their heavenly nest
dichotomy needed and quickly supplied
to save us from sin, Satan needs to be fried

opposite points of view
fight over the fireplace
the loser ends in the flames
the meal´s sold as devil´s stew
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opposite points of view
fight over the fireplace
the loser ends in the flames
the meal´s sold as devil´s stew

in a stew, what to do?
high heat chars, leaves searing scars.
pressurizing is tenderizing,
but low slow heat can't be beat
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in a stew, what to do?
high heat chars, leaves searing scars.
pressurizing is tenderizing,
but low slow heat can't be beat

apes learned to beat fear of heat
and to think ahead, spreading it.
flames of just any type
more or less controlled tend to bite
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    apes learned to beat fear of heat
    and to think ahead, spreading it.
    flames of just any type
    more or less controlled tend to bite
   
    A fireman thought good at his job,
    Extinguished a man we called Bob.
    Now Bob wasn't too bright,
    At least up 'til this night;
    From now on we'll just call him Kabob.



    It starts on World Mental Health Day
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A fireman thought good at his job,
Extinguished a man we called Bob.
Now Bob wasn't too bright,
At least up 'til this night;
From now on we'll just call him Kabob.

A lad with no legs on the beach
met Neil, a man wih no knees.
That night high tide
extinguished Neil's ride
but Bob just bobbed on, happily.
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A lad with no legs on the beach
met Neil, a man wih no knees.
That night high tide
extinguished Neil's ride
but Bob just bobbed on, happily.

neil raced down the ice in his bob
and, alas, he was faster than rob
though rob saw neil´s bob
and waved and cried stop
both lost their legs when the bobs popped
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neil raced down the ice in his bob
and, alas, he was faster than rob
though rob saw neil´s bob
and waved and cried stop
both lost their legs when the bobs popped

A duck with no feathers or wings,
bobbed along in a pond
and did sing
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    A duck with no feathers or wings,
    bobbed along in a pond
    and did sing
   
    A pond with no ripples or rings,
    Had no hope for these beautiful things.
    Then a duck, in a dash,
    Landed PLOP, made a splash;
    Now the overjoyed pond brightly sings.

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A pond with no ripples or rings,
Had no hope for these beautiful things.
Then a duck, in a dash,
Landed PLOP, made a splash;
Now the overjoyed pond brightly sings.

A pond full of frogs in the fall
kept the forest awake with their call
'til a duck, hearing dinner
made a visit, and in a
split second he'd swallowed them all.
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