dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Wednesday, 11 July 2007
couplets (yay, my title field works again!)

In one afternoon (which is approxiamately 1 hour), I have written 10 couplets.



I kid you not.

Well, most of them make no sense. Half are done on the instruction on Carine and Tanya. See if you can guess what's for who.


Oh, and they're all arranged in the order I created them by.




what the fishcake, knees and toes, I stole your moose and no one knows
what the fenny snake - surprise! I also ate your chicken pies

I woke last thursday eight o'clock, and found my head was now a sock
I shook the morn away and then, it turned back to a fish again,

hate I love and love I hate, I once went fishing in a crate.
and evermore be sorely thus, I caught a pancake by the crust.

I ate some sodium with chips, it tasted weird, like pork and ribs.
guess I should wait before I run, cause hydrogen came like a gun.

I played some monopoly game, and yawned cause money's all the same
but when I tripped on grapefruit peel, i backflipped to a pot of veal.

gorby said to me last sat, “I guess I’ve lost that stupid bet.”
I blinked, he turned into a hen, and laid some communist eggs again.

we'd never understand trevethick, that lonesome wolf with jacket thick,
one word explains why square is prism, its that darn isolationism.

my head is cracked with words and rhymes, it hurts so much, its just a crime,
cause tanya gave me such confusion - rhyming "russian revolution".

I guess its time to go and bathe, my arms smell like a sewer wave
so bid adieu, my dearest friend! I'll be back soon for Moose again.

its time for me to say goodbye, croak like a frog, and catch a fly.
be happily thus, dear mrs hitler, for fair lady's ego's never littler.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light