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Re: Geeez!
What's this infernal obsession with balls?
I HATE sport.
Re: Geeez!
What's this infernal obsession with balls?
I HATE sport.
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Re: A Bloody War
:rollin For Helen especially
Such TALENT!!!!!Comment
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My my!!! I can only IMAGINE what psychoanalytic theorists would say about all of this!!!! THEY would have an ABSOLUTE FIELD DAY!!! Probably could write papers to present at symposiums about primitive aggression and barely repressed sexual what not!
However, I am OFF DUTY, and I have not been so entertained in quite some time!!:rollin :rollin
Well done, my very erudite and clever friends!!! This was absolutely terrific!!! I just loved it!! Kanga, I hope that you will not need too much therapy after all the fantasies about what everyone plans to do to you, or perhaps you are just perverse enough to enjoy it ENORMOUSLY!!!! I certainly hope so, luv!!
Smooches!Comment
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My Turn!
The American Dreams of a vegemite ball,
Now Helen, please darling, you can't have them all.
With all that you covet in your coveralls,
Can you not even share one might'y Kanga ball?
No doubt big enough to divide you well know.
Sorry Kanga, what say, may I too have a go?
Just think of the breaking of balls like the bread,
Think hard, while your elbow rests on Tawny's head.Comment
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The Conclusion?
......And further in the shadow
there stood Me Laddo!
Handsome, Strong and True
Both balls intact,
as a matter of fact,
too strong to cut off in a blue.
You've all been had
Yup, I'm a bit of a lad
But the ball that you have is not Roo's!
A decoy was sent
in lieu of the rent
to partake in this fracas today,
He sacrificed his soul
and his extra ball
to save his good mate from Bendango
He's laughing in Heaven
is good old Kevin,
Cos he saved his old mate THE KANGO!
The Kanga can now,
with a dip and a bow
say farewell to the beast and her mates.
Get back to yer knittin'
and I'll be sittin'
waitin to hear yer woes
Of the days of the Kanga, the beast and the frog
and all of her cronies
we were all agog.
It's time to hang up yer machettes and steel
and think about Kanga's and how they might feel
You were quick to slice and dice my body
A cut and a jab and a rip and a slab
I'll think I'll get off and have a hot toddy.
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Re: The Conclusion?
Oh, whatever .......
And, by the way - we DON'T knit.Comment
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Re: The Conclusion?
But I sew some.Comment
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Re: The Conclusion?
The frog doesn't knit?
Well what a twit
am I to imagine she would.
She's a frog for G sake
and G didn't make
froggies with hands to fit
a knitting needle
and wool
Oh what a fool
is poor little Kanga Roo
He's in the dog house
and feels as small as a mouse
for daring to imply
that a frog associates with 4 ply.
To Helen back
please sew me a sack
to bury this poor Roo's head in.
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Re: The Conclusion?
What's this I detect, a lover's neglect?
Tis true Tawny does never knit.
Roo, take it in stride, don't hide your hide
Or she'll wonder if thee art a wimp!
The Cook The Thief His Wife Her Lover,
if ya dint see the flick you better take cover.
All the time they were eatin' , it wasn't no beef 'n
no chitlin's or porkchops or mutton.
So Kangaroo watch, your back's yellow splotch
For your crotch is the crux of the target.
Oh, now what's the matter? Is it Kevin yer after?
Well we'll see who's balls are the largest...
So the Toddy was good? And how's Helen's hood
For cloaking the mouse of a Roo?
Do I hear a squeak, dare I take a peek.
Or perhaps I should just let him stew!Comment
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Quite unrelated!
Need to share this.
Tailup.
He was my friend of nineteen years - a funny little man,
A gentle soul whose spirit bloomed while caring tenderly,
In spite of size my fearless friend was a true gentleman,
All puffed and wild he stood his ground to save his family,
Out in the yard, all by himself he chased those dogs ? they ran.
As little tyke he patiently endured the children?s endless torments,
Not even once in all that time did he decide he had enough,
He played the games, no matter what and vaulted by the fence,
Grass in his ears, his hair a mess, just nothing was too rough,
Childhood is short, let?s have a ball, he knew that this made sense.
Ground beef that was his favorite food, my friend cost me a mint,
I won?t complain about that part, he paid me back a hundredfold,
His quiet presence warmed my heart without demands, not even lint,
He shared life?s miseries and triumphs, his earnest eyes so wise and old,
I am convinced if he could speak, advise he?d give me, tips and hints.
Life is so short, the time just past like water through my fingers,
My little friend a while ago just knew how soon we?d say goodbyes,
This little giant grew so old and frail and didn?t want to linger,
Beloved cat, you raised your head to say adieu with dewy eyes,
May there be fields of catnip green, fresh mice and midnight singers.
LoriComment
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Re: Quite unrelated!
What the?
Tryin' to keep things light here ladies!
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Re: Quite unrelated!
Good luck, Kanga!:rollinComment
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Quite unrelated!
What the ?.. oh just spit it out,
Don?t try to be a lady now,
Get over it and drop your pout,
It?s about friends, not Roo nor cow.
The thread is titled poetry,
I took this cue to send my bit,
It does not rhyme ? you?re telling me,
I guess I lack Shakespearian wit.
Don?t have a pouch like you the roo,
To cache these light and funny tales,
My adieu to a friend I knew,
T?was worded love, it did not fail.
LoriComment
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Double What The?
And another thing ...I'd have a bloody hard job being a lady, love!
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PS The thread is actually titled "A Poem", love
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A Poem.
Well, that would not rhyme lovey.
Ciao LoriComment
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