In case anyone thinks I'll start taking this site seriously now that I've hit entry #501, Will challenged me to a poetry fight. I'm not sure how these things work exactly, but I imagine it's just a lot of slanderous stuff that rhymes. As anyone who's heard my quintet of bawdy limericks about Ving Rhames can attest, I'm pretty good at this kind of stuff. Your goat is mine, Lybrand. Round one, fiiiight:
What do you say to a man who tickles you in your sleep?
And watches Japanese porn at night until he begins to weep?
Keep your chin up, Will
You may soon find a Jill
Who could go for an incontinent, kleptomaniac creep.
Booooooya! You got served, and served good. Speaking of limericks, I once wrote a limerick for Laura that was pretty good. Observe:
There once was a girl named Laura
Who spent most of her time with the Torah
She went to a seder
Pulled out a tater
And yelled out, "Papas ahora!"
Unfortunately, the very nature of battle poetry keeps me from presenting such sentimental thoughts. I must go directly for Will's jugular before he goes for mine. When I have crushed him, then I will recite a beautiful funeral oration entirely in haiku form. We've got to get to the funeral before I can start making the poetry niceys, though.
Posted by Cody at August 21, 2005 6:43 PMThere once was a chump named Powell,
with a feircly irritable bowel.
He ate jambalaya,
washed down with papaya,
and his rear gave a thunderous growl!
Your blog is very interesint
Posted by: Pesho at September 2, 2005 1:01 AM