Love, Death, and Coupons
Posted By: SeverianofUrth<severn117@gmail.com>
Date: 13 October 2005, 5:45 pm
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Now tell me see, please, will thee?
The tale of the soldier in green.
He sailed the skies and the blue blue seas
searching for the lady, purple and prim.
Forced rhymes aside, she was great,
nothing like a dame in numbers.
She was one for whom the world was one blank slate
and she the one who unplugs its toilets, the plumber!
So the chief was green and he was bad
kicking ass with guns and fists
oh, what a great lad.
He would've made the short lists.
Quatrains aside, who cares about four lines,
restrictions are what Eliot pissed on.
Did I tell you the lady was fine?
Or he the prodigal son?
I hoped he returned, but I'm not sure;
I'm sure that there'll be another abrupt ending, though.
Or if her motives were pure,
and I think she liked the cookies n' dough.
So what remains, hello?
Are you there still?
Oh shit, did I bore you, a boy skinned sallow
I'm pretty sure the Chief never took pills.
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