Post by StephiB on Dec 3, 2005 4:57:12 GMT
No, this isn't another, just the place where the original can go. From now on, no replying to this thread, unless you're adding to the copy of the continuation. And that's probably Stephi if she gets round to it, who can reply to locked threads anyway. from Bubble
There was a man
His head was shaped like a frying pan.
And then one day, he sailed away
Far far far far far far far
Away.
It was then he saw
A broken door
And he wondered why
It was in the sky
But then he fell
And let out a yell
Of xanthic proportions, nohow.
A spider walked to me and replied
Have you ever, ever spied
A small mouse with green insides?
Well, on one occasion I replied
But then I fell and promptly died
Which somewhat leaves the poem open
While the rest of us are silently hop'n
That I will awake, and find
That I have some lemon rind.
Unless you don't see it and trip and slip
Into a tub of salmon dip
and you get salmon all over your toes,
and in your fingers, and up your nose.
And you walk into the fog
There was a man
His head was shaped like a frying pan.
And then one day, he sailed away
Far far far far far far far
Away.
It was then he saw
A broken door
And he wondered why
It was in the sky
But then he fell
And let out a yell
Of xanthic proportions, nohow.
A spider walked to me and replied
Have you ever, ever spied
A small mouse with green insides?
Well, on one occasion I replied
But then I fell and promptly died
Which somewhat leaves the poem open
While the rest of us are silently hop'n
That I will awake, and find
That I have some lemon rind.
Unless you don't see it and trip and slip
Into a tub of salmon dip
and you get salmon all over your toes,
and in your fingers, and up your nose.
And you walk into the fog