Since I’m in the poetry writing mood (if you can call it poetry) here’s one about one of my favourite online people.
There was a guy called Anil Dash,
Who gave me a pile of cash,
No that was a dream,
And now I want to scream,
‘Cos I could’ve spent it on…..mash.
My vocabulary knows no bounds. It goes from good too….more good.
I aim to write a poem about all my favourite sites/people. Watch out.
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I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman write poetry for me before. As if I weren’t smitten before!
Sigh.
hash rhymes too, y’know 😉
Hash? I’m sure poems about ASCII characters would be fascinating.
(the psychotropic substance)
Rash also rhymes but I didn’t feel like spreading such nasty rumours.
Clash, flash, sash, bash, smash….and I went with mash.
and “slash” (sound of electric guitar strumming) (sight of b prostrating … mattha taykoing, actually)
Jeez, what drugs have you been taking B? The sort of stuff that vets stick up horse-butts? Oh yeah, and what’s happened to our mate the Monkey-Man?
I’m listening to John Peel on R1 for the first time in ages, and I can actually recognise the music! Ash.. strangely enough, doing a live-set.
fez, am doped out on my life … err, the lack of it, actually.
monkeyman vanished, when the cops realized the whole thing was just a ruse, to ensure powercuts in those areas did not take place. india’s a crazy place na? 🙂
The world’s a crazy place my friend.