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Bone Machine
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Jesusland
Posts: 17,369
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A Poem For My Best Friend
Shes beautiful, with her hazel eyes and angel hair, she makes me muffins when I wake, but i'd rather see her shining face, and after that we hold hands and walk underneath the golden trees, in falls embrace we fall again for each other, our movements carefully made, we land in each others arms, perfectly coordinated. Shes beautiful, hazel eyes and angel hair, she makes me muffins when I wake but i'd rather see her shining face. - E. Smith 01/02/06
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The word is muffin, eh? I'm gonna have a little twisted fun with this one, as if any of you are surprised. Don't expect a masterpiece, but do a little jig when reading this.
The Truth About the Muffin Man Do you know the muffin man? Who lived on Drury Lane? Surely you've heard of him, But how about how he got his name? Last winter on a blustery night, His neighbors heard a scream! They sat up with a start, Perhaps it was a dream? Another shout ripped through the air, So they leaned out the window, You wouldn't believe what they saw, The neighbour's kitchen alight with flame! As smoke poured out their window, They called the men in red. The siren was screaming down the street, And they finally pulled up outside. They knocked down the door, And guess what they saw, The man inside was singing, His family's body parts littered the ground. He laughed and laughed and, His face was covered in red. When they saw what he'd done, They buried an axe in his head! His wife and son, well what was left, Had been cut up with a knife. They were stuffed inside a muffin tin, And decorated with blue icing. Thus I dedicate this song, To the muffin man, Because this is what he sang! Come on down WIFE AND SON, Don't you know DINNERS DONE? Come on down WIFE AND SON, Don't you know we're HAVING FUN! (repeatx2) Now you know the Muffin Man, Who lived on Drury Lane, Surely now whenever you eat a, Muffin, you'll never look at them the same! |
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