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Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
The ‘orrible dentist
The molar augmentist
The canine extractor
The false benefactor
The scraper caper
The orifice gaper
The driller
The miller
The anecdote griller
Gassing harassing
Injecting and flossing
Polishing, grinding
And cavity finding.
The ‘orrible dentist
The molar augmentist
The doctor of dental
Go see one?….You Mental?
Originally posted 2009-11-10 14:29:29. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
In da bowl
Goldy Bling
Round and round
Gurgle
Sing
Under da bridge
Under da bridge
Outside world Lookin in
Goldfish rap
Swim
Originally posted 2010-04-09 13:30:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Millicent Quiffle was known to talk piffle
If one complained she would whine and sniffle
Nobody knew why she spouted such rot
The reason was not very easy to spot.
People had even offered her cash
To stop her spewing such balderdash
On and on she blabbered and chattered
With twaddle and smatter as if nothing mattered
With tittle-tattle and lots more prattle
Some of her colleagues were ready for battle
Yet still she blethered, blithered and blathered
Her mouth was awash as she babbled and slavered
Her tongue was beginning to look like a paddle
As she rolled out more of her fiddle-faddle
She maundered , palavered , and incessantly clacked
Then sadly inevitably some people cracked
The intolerable prate of her gabber and gibble
Caused many of them to say cuckoo or wibble!
Originally posted 2009-11-08 20:44:13. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Cheese Out Of My Life
Cheese Out Of My Life
And I Don’t Know Cheddar To Laugh Or Cry
Venezuelan Beaver in cheese and onion pie
Edam Cuts with A Knife
Cheese Out Of My Life
[2nd Verse]
Stilton on my Hands
Wensleydale still on my Hands
To Think For Two Years She Was Feta
And I Took Her For Granted I Was So Camenbert
Fromage That It Stands
Cheese Out Of My Hands
[Bridge]
So I’ve Learned That Love’s Not Red Leicester
And I’ve Learned That Love Won’t Brie
Now I’ve Learned That Love Needs Emmental
But I Learned Too Late
[3rd Verse]
Cheese Out Of My Life
Cheese Out Of My Life
Gorgonzola and Parmesan pride
Kept My Gouda Locked Deep Inside the fridge
Edam Cuts with A Knife
Cheese Out Of My Life
Originally posted 2009-11-13 14:01:53. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Humphrey the Sneep would snore when asleep
The noise was humungously loud
but Humphrey the Sneep would say with a freep
of my snoring I’m terribly proud
I’ll snibble and snurble and jibber and burble
And snore to my hearts content
I’ll flibber and flobber and jiggle and joggle
And sleep till my snorts are spent
Now Ethelred Crump was King of the Chumps
And the Chumps would tolerate none
Snoring was totally banned from the land
And the Sneeps were on the run.
The Chumps it seems in grumpy teams
Would chase the Sneeps while trumping
The Chumps were very flatulent
And masters of loud pumping
The Chumps and Sneeps were different peops
And came from different places
The Snoring Sneep and Trumping Chumps
Were awfully different races
Ethelred Chump had placed a decree
That Humphrey the Sneep had failed to see
So later that day a bunch of Chumps
Snook up on the Sneep with cautious jumps
But Humphrey the Sneep was feigning his sleep
And over the Chumps he did Gazump
He lollopped away with a snick and a neep
And then from a distance stopped for a peep
The angry chumps were down in the dumps
And gathered together in miserable clumps
Humphrey the Sneep had made it away
And lived to snore another day.
Originally posted 2009-11-08 20:37:41. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Snail, Quail,
Quail met Snail,
Snail met Quail en route to jail.
Jail was where they needed Snail,
For Snail knew how to track and trail.
Quail was warden of the jail,
The jail was where he’d last seen Whale.
Whale broke out, escaped from jail.
Whale had used a rusty nail.
But Whale had left a big wet trail,
So Snail soon found the trail of Whale.
The trail that whale left with his tail.
So off went Whale and then came Snail,
Shortly after followed Quail.
But without water Whale was frail,
So feeling frail and looking pale,
Whale stopped off for a jug of ale.
But the jug of ale was not for sale,
Especially to a pale-frail-whale.
So convict Whale was caught by Snail,
and handed back to warden Quail.
That’s the end of this strange tale.
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Cat, Bat and friend the Rat,
Had gathered for their morning chat.
Cat told all where he’d been at,
Stories Cat would tell off-pat.
But Bat and Rat who both knew Cat,
If frank would say his tales were tat.
The fact he pulled them from his hat,
Did not escape friends Bat and Rat.
Bat and Rat had followed Cat,
And found Cat sleeping on a mat.
So Bat and Rat employed a gnat,
Then Bat and Rat watched Gnat nip Cat.
Cat jumped up and left the mat,
But when he landed, Gnat was flat!
So Bat and Rat and one flat Gnat
Left Cat asleep where he was sat.
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Gordon Ghost
Would often boast,
That others liked his roast the most.
A Chef was he before being ghost,
In fact he’d often been the toast.
This roasting ghost,
The toast of most,
Was known to all along the coast.
But those along the coast ate toast.
In fact they ate it more than roast.
This had bothered Gordon ghost.
For Gordon ghost could not make toast,
Despite his tasty oven roast.
That ghost could not make tasty toast,
soon factored in the Evening Post.
The Evening Post then slated ghost.
They said he burnt and blackened toast.
So Gordon ghost the roasting host,
the ghost that liked to boast the most,
when not found at the Evening Post,
Returned it seems to haunt the coast!
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
Chop a tatty chicken
Chipolata horse.
Knicker bocker clacker wallet
Snippa schnappa schnorse.
Hippo bottom hippo
Trolley dolly trot.
These are all the words I feel
That we should use a lot.
Snack attacka widdle,
Bolly wobble gonk.
Jabber wocky jibber melon
Silly sally twonk.
Goaty feeble widget
Nicky nacky noo
They’re coming in a big white van
Oh what am I to do!
Snaky snouty snerpa
Clippa clappa clown
They’ve put me in a jacket
and tied me firmly down.
Crouton firkle fouton
Clingon clacton grind.
The one who’s boot was on my chest
said I had lost my mind!
The cheek! What do you think.
Burble Burble.
Posted By admin on August 27, 2010
I love this little poem written a few years back by Netsky. I imagine someone with a Cockney accent reading it.
the haardvark…
e’s ardly anti-ants;
e eats ‘em…
e must!
or ark ungry
to dust
Netsky.
