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Name: Smitty
Country: Canada
Metro: Moose Jaw
Birthday: 10/31/1989
Gender: Male


Interests: Sex and Candy
Expertise: Cow Tipping
Occupation: Government
Industry: Textiles


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Member Since: 6/1/2005

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Y HELO THAR

The light was unbearably dim
The doctor's prognosis was grim
"You've got marginalia,
you must move to Australia,
and stop drinking whole - drink the skim."


Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Here's the next one:

Ballad Of A Fictional Character

Alfred Hoozle was a guy,
One day he fell out of the sky.
Without a hat, he couldn't see,
Though he did chop down a big tree

He was attacked by a wild dog
One day as he lay in the shade
Then he choked on a jar of smog
Soon after, his head began to fade

Eventually his liver turned yellow and blue
His nose exploded in green acid
So hungry was he that he ate his shoe
Then he vaporized an the world became placid.





As you can tell, we were not being graded on the consistancy of our rhyming pattern...




Sunday, September 18, 2005

Oh, yes. The poems.

I Am A Cow

I am a cow
I don't like eating grass
I'd rather not fast
And so I eat it anyhow

I have black spots
And a big tongue too
I wish I owned a yacht
So I say, "Moo!"

I'm surrounded by flies and fleas
Sometimes they bite me, I say "Ow!"
At least I don't have mad cow disease
Now I must go help the farmer plow






You know, it's times like these that I really wish I had that "FAIL" stamp.





Friday, August 19, 2005

Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT dead! I'm right here, with another poem from the folder!

UGLY JIM

A monkey named Ugly Jim
Said, "This light is unbearably dim."
He took out a hat
And placed it on a cat
Then he took it right back off of him






Geez, that sucked...


Sunday, August 14, 2005

I was cleaning out my closet (literally) last week and I came across a couple of poems I had written a few years ago for school. (7th grade, I believe...) Anyway, I'll begin posting them periodically. This first one is called "The Mungo Mango Men".

THE MUNGO MANGO MEN

The mungo Mango Men
Have helped a hard hat-wearing hen
They frightfully fell on a nickel
Then they smelled like a pulverized pickle

The Mungo Mango Men
Doth lead mischevious lives
And they are always there
Whenever a toucan arrives




^_^





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