We're jamming with Fergie today. The price of admission is one haiku or one limerick. Write well, and enjoy the music.
Stumped toe, bruised ego,
Anxieties, broken dreams --
Big girls indeed cry.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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There was once a lady from spain
Who puked while once on a train
Not once but again
And again and again
And again and again and again.
Ok?... I guess not...
Lets try again...
There was once a man from Australia
Who painted on his bums a dahalia
The design was fine
The color divine
But the smell was indeed a failure!
Do I get the entry now?
Serena... I like fergie, but I like black eyed peas better!
There was an ass that thought it was a poet
Made sure to let everyone know it
It went to the loo
dropped a stinker or two
and said "Look, I made a haiku."
"Lovely lady lumps"?
Fergie, you are so damn weird.
Can't you just say "breasts"?
Love ya, SJ.
Nice post Serena...you have good taste in music!
LOL, Mona. Yes, you paid enough to get into the concert.:) I, too, think Fergie has a bit more energy with the BEPs.
Oh, lookie, lookie -- our poetry-hating Roxan wrote a limerick. It's a funny one, too.:)
Thank you, Rick. Enjoy!:)
What I think, Greeny,
Is humps, lumps, or little bumps,
All get the job done.
Love 'ya, too, kiddo.:)
Is a stumped toe the same thing as a confused digit?
Under certain circumstances, I think it probably could be, Roxan.:-)
Tattoos on a Pug
Alas do not show so well
Fergie passes by
Serena is tagged.
My blog shows the way its done.
Continued here next.
There once was a sphere called blogging,
Where everyone's fears, wants and lives were logging.
I tried to comply, but my writing was wry,
so I blogged my reasons why.
There once was a hooker named Sue,
Who filled her Vagina with glue,
When they paid to get in,
She said with a grin..
You must pay to get out of it too!!
There once was a fellow named Dave,
Who kept a dead whore in a cave,
I have to admit,
She smelled just like Shit,
But think of the Money he saved!..
Thats all I got Sherry!
Thanks xoxoxox
Poor Puggy. Looks like it's back to the tattoo parlor for you.:)
Oh, dear me, Charles! I took a peek and that looks HARD. I promise I'll see what I can do with it, though. It won't be today, probably not even tomorow. I have to wait 'til my brain comes off strike.:)
Galen got a bit of angst going on?:) Ah, well, I did ask for poetry and that's ... poetry. LOL.
if a fergie
wore tight sweaters
in the forest and nobody...
no, wait... it's a limmerick...
there once was a fergie u-tube
with a song and a boob and a boob
da da da da da dah
da da da da da dah
da da da da da dah dah some lube!
/t.
LMAO, /t. I do adore experimental poetry.:-)
The Monster attempted with grace.
The removal of Fergie's under lace.
The squirming ensued,
the Monster subdued.
Without access to her netherplace.
Stomp.
Serena started
Something showing a vid of
Fergie in skivvies.:-)
Sorry your efforts to de-lace were thwarted, Scary, but it's an adorable limerick.
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