It's National Poetry Day

[brocktonblockbust]

Dia Bando and Dark Lord Al
people who you would call a pal
Tito Fan and El Kabong
for them you'd like to sing a song

in this Jolly World of Shock
nobody could take the idiocy of Brock:
for all my nuisance to you lot
I truly pray you hate me not

[El Kabong]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Yada yada yada
Miles is a cunt

[brocktonblockbust]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Yada yada yada
Miles is a cunt

Lyle cuts right to the chase there.

[Andre]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Yada yada yada
Miles is a cunt

I dont agree,with the cunt bit but that was funny.

[IamInuit]

"Sit next to a pretty girl for an hour,
it seems like a minute.
Sit on a red-hot stove for a minute,
it seems like an hour.
That's relativity!

Oh, it should be possible
to explain the laws of physics
to a barmaid! . . .
but how could she ever,
in a million years,
explain love to an Einstein?

All these primary impulses,
not easily described in words,
are the springboards
of man's actions—because
any man who can drive safely
while kissing a pretty girl
is simply not giving the kiss
the attention it deserves!"

[IamInuit]

"Science without religion is lame,
religion without science is blind,
and whoever undertakes to establish himself
as the judge of Truth and Knowledge
is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."

[Dia bando]

I'm at a loss I seem to have lost my Poetry teeth.

[Gandalf]

I am a firm believer in the man flesh,
I crave his sinewy embrace,
Wrap those arms around me,
Breath Ukrainian CO2 all over my face.

Don't fret, my darling,
You don't need mouthwash,
Heat my face as much as you like,
For the heating process is complete tosh.

I was once known as Lyle,
Now known merely as Kabong,
I express my hatred of Barry,
As only you Wlad, have my song.

And Wlad, Wlad, Wlad, Wlad, Wlad forevermore,
Wlad my love, love of all loves,
Wlad release my heart, don't let me go,
Don't let me flutter, like a sky of scurrying doves.

miles, oh wretched bedeviled miles,
Begone nobody likes you, skewered heart,
Nobody can hug you like Wlad will hug me,
In my embrace, to heaven we will depart.