.......supposing i go
.once more to canada is
...there a room for me
(in your sprawling home)
by ronin@foramonthortwo:)ipromisetobenice
.......urban canada
is it with its Tony's Bar
...and its turban tops
.(rural canada is where
scott eats his bread and
.cheese with goat milk)
by ronin@um-mmm...
except for the dog
I'd never have to clean shit
grandma has a cock
by ap
acid eaters hit on
invisible men, dreams
of beautiful minds
empty
by Moxie
Come on you cunt, let's
have some aphex acid. Stop
making that big face.
by Hoboclown23 of .
poetry here much like
three stooges, woo woo, smacking
each other as kids
but you grow up in
time when you let it all be
a creative flow
by Moxie
it sounds like sci fi
cyborgs and gynoids, taking souls
into the machine
ghosts inside metal
living beasts, the new men are
still the old men
by Moxie
I'm at a loss for
words, you hang on to the past
and get what you get
I'm not a good man
to be a Christian witness
and from another culture
more rural than urban Toronto
by Moxie
If I look around
is it you that would be found?
or something less round?
by Betty LeBomb
Dealt jack and a nine
the dealer shows a seven
What the hell -- hit me
by Chowderhead
An interesting fact:
Superman uncircumcised.
No moyels on Krypton.
by Chowderhead
Redneck nine-course meal:
beef jerky, pig knuckles, Skoal,
and six pack of Bud
by Chowderhead
No lettuce for me.
You don
by Chowderhead
Donate your body
to Art. Why should Science get
all the good corpses?
by Chowderhead
Bad breakup, we
by Chowderhead
Watching Canadian
Soldiers funerals, killed by
Some homer simpson (US military version)
Official US
Representative, smirks while
Expressing regret.
by Anonymous Poet
unrepentant punk
slander me if you have to
but let english be
by scott
maybe the lowest
the most grovelling drivel
one can read here
by mellie
moxie's threats a joke
they'll be the death of me
by dickens they will
by mellie
aspiring stooping
to get down to badhaiku
way up there is ash
by mellie
my ruby is the best
she's such a pleasure to me
growing blissfully
by mellie
My scabs having grown
High enough to pick, I breath
A sigh of relief.
My testicles shrink
From my relentless clawing,
I then whank madly
by scott, who loses control of his personalities and language skills when in bliss...
I bounce by the waves
on a sandy trampoline
under a shade tree
by Betty LeBomb
your breadth of knowledge
is syntactically bereft
next time, breathe your breath
by scott to fake scott (feel like i'm in an old star trek episode)
through eucharism,
dyed milk solids become cheese
yes, it takes faith
immortality
served at the golden arches
it's the styrofoam
by the REAL scott (hey, i was just spoofed for the first time in a long while...it's quite a thrill, isn't it, punk?)
my scabs have grown
high enough to pick, and then
breath a sigh of joy
by scott
a christ-like figure
who entreats us to eat him
(with a side of fries)
by scott (still cheesy)
Mark Morris Dance Group
is one that rhymes with silver
(ballet magazine)
by Boston gal
a seedy fellow
who knows how to grease a palm
that mayor mccheese
by scott (now THAT was some good bad haiku, chowderhead - thanks)
Man of the people
tireless public servant
McCheese for Mayor
by Chowderhead
Cosmic mystery
unknowable enigma
Who let the dogs out?
by Chowderhead
Brash iconoclast
voice of a generation
Weird Al Yankovic
by Chowderhead
metes out street justice
curmudgeon with heart of gold
Andy Sipowicz
by Chowderhead
My ode to color
has hit a major snafu
What rhymes with silver?
by Chowderhead
mushy bean curd soup
they call it nouvelle cuisine
overpriced tasteless slop
by Chowderhead
The black smog you spew
is eroding my statues
pulling rainbows down
by Betty LeBomb
Being born again
was an affordable thing
late in this season
by Betty LeBomb
I have sold my soul
to a taxi car driver
for a large grapefruit
by Betty LeBomb
nice sun! like the spokes
of a bicycle tire
flashing in the light.....
by k of to scott
weird that with all your
web design knowledge you can't
make a URL
by k of to gary k (aka comicat)
I'd eat chicken feet
Oh, the voodoo that you do
K.F.C.: Grease Maven
by One of the Mike Myriad of yeehaw pardner
the new arrival
requires diaper rash cream
welcome my new
sunby scott (A&D of all things...)
bold senorita
heartily eats taco bell
essence follows her
by A. Musing
big mexican lunch
big mexican lunch stomach
big mexican farts
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
garden of the gods
unusual creations
simply erosion
by Boston gal (back from Colorado)
The link didn't work
Oh well...got to resort now
to the old method:
http://comicat.deviantart.com
(copy, paste, look!)
by ComiCat of Jerzey
Doppler sounds, hear?
Here! Bikes, leather, helmets, boots.
Blurry and loud, yess!
by ComiCat of Jerzey, WORKING LINK
Doppler sounds, hear?
Here! Bikes, leather, helmets, boots.
Blurry and loud, yess!
by ComiCat of Jerzey
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by Anonymous Poet
can you dig the moon
now my dreams are realized
wow a long shovel
by Robert X
