Tuesday, May 04, 2010
The Cunt In The Punt
Dr Seuss
Dr Seuss
I do not like you Dr Seuss
Do I like moronic rhymes?
I do not like them anytime
I do not like moronic rhymes
Do I know they’re meant for kids?
I know that but I care no whit
I still don’t like them, not one bit
Don’t I find them culty-cute?
No, in fact I want to puke
When faced with rhymes designed by fluke
What about the wackiness?
Well that just makes me want to shit
On Dr Seuss, you fucking tit
Noreen
Dr Seuss
I do not like you Dr Seuss
Do I like moronic rhymes?
I do not like them anytime
I do not like moronic rhymes
Do I know they’re meant for kids?
I know that but I care no whit
I still don’t like them, not one bit
Don’t I find them culty-cute?
No, in fact I want to puke
When faced with rhymes designed by fluke
What about the wackiness?
Well that just makes me want to shit
On Dr Seuss, you fucking tit
Noreen
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A batty half-baked Irish goose
Should not slag off a Dr Seuss.
But let's be glad she spared the lecture
About his grasp of architecture.
I like the Lorax and the cat,
And Grinchy too, so that is that.
She may post short, she may post long,
But Noreen is so fucking wrong.
Verification: exonvism:
A gob of oily tanker jism.
Should not slag off a Dr Seuss.
But let's be glad she spared the lecture
About his grasp of architecture.
I like the Lorax and the cat,
And Grinchy too, so that is that.
She may post short, she may post long,
But Noreen is so fucking wrong.
Verification: exonvism:
A gob of oily tanker jism.
But these rhymes were designed to lead
The way, to help the slow to learn to read
Some crazy fun and nonsense verse
Surely there are rhymes far worse?
The way, to help the slow to learn to read
Some crazy fun and nonsense verse
Surely there are rhymes far worse?
# posted by 
: 6:59 PM
: 6:59 PM
I think not, Dr Seuss you gimp
The slowest kid is not a chimp
And chimps would balk at your old shite
It’s time to rethink what you write
Give some credit to the young
They may be small, but even mongs
Would find it hard to resonate
With that crap you articulate
Instead of reaching up your arse
And pulling out substandard class
Of poem for kids, respect the wee
And write them verse less cretiny
Noreen
The slowest kid is not a chimp
And chimps would balk at your old shite
It’s time to rethink what you write
Give some credit to the young
They may be small, but even mongs
Would find it hard to resonate
With that crap you articulate
Instead of reaching up your arse
And pulling out substandard class
Of poem for kids, respect the wee
And write them verse less cretiny
Noreen
Philip may play young at heart
Appreciating Seuss “art”
But as my wont I shall be blunt,
You’re wrong Philip, you yawny cunt
Noreen
Appreciating Seuss “art”
But as my wont I shall be blunt,
You’re wrong Philip, you yawny cunt
Noreen
When writing verse, most of the time,
It helps if you can scan the rhyme.
Though Seuss and I may both be killable,
At least we both can count a syllable.
Word Verification: antsanbw. Something Welsh.
It helps if you can scan the rhyme.
Though Seuss and I may both be killable,
At least we both can count a syllable.
Word Verification: antsanbw. Something Welsh.
Scansion is as scansion does
To scan correctly is a plus.
And scan I did, but silly me
Left off Seuss’ apostrophe
So if you read my verse again
and reach the second line, refrain
from reading Seuss as that is short
Seuss' is right as I had thought
To scan correctly is a plus.
And scan I did, but silly me
Left off Seuss’ apostrophe
So if you read my verse again
and reach the second line, refrain
from reading Seuss as that is short
Seuss' is right as I had thought
"You’re wrong Philip, you yawny cunt"?
The Muse of song gave you the slip,
Or else it was a silly stunt
To place the stress upon the ip.
The Muse of song gave you the slip,
Or else it was a silly stunt
To place the stress upon the ip.
Indeed that was my plan, you see
that fairness here should better be
played out: spare "phil" the stress
let "ip" this time bear more not less
As then, now, this syllabic load
lands on philIP, you grumpy toad
that fairness here should better be
played out: spare "phil" the stress
let "ip" this time bear more not less
As then, now, this syllabic load
lands on philIP, you grumpy toad
Noreen, my heart now dearly longs
To recant my preceding squib:
'Tis clear the fairy of the songs
Had diarrhoea o'er your crib.
To recant my preceding squib:
'Tis clear the fairy of the songs
Had diarrhoea o'er your crib.
Hello Noreen
Its been a while
Since you last did Emerald Bile
I expected a rant
I expected a rage
but not at an icon of our age
Is he the unmitigated twat
who wrote about a cat
in a Hat
A cat in a Hat
with stripes upon it
visually a striking bonnet
Simple verses,easy rhymes
suited to much simpler times
certainly not the worst of crimes
But I never liked that stupid cat
I never liked his stripey hat
He never sat upon a mat
I always hoped a great big weight
would fall upon his stripey pate
I really think that would be great
Word Verification: Bulingu. The lingua franca of cows.
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Its been a while
Since you last did Emerald Bile
I expected a rant
I expected a rage
but not at an icon of our age
Is he the unmitigated twat
who wrote about a cat
in a Hat
A cat in a Hat
with stripes upon it
visually a striking bonnet
Simple verses,easy rhymes
suited to much simpler times
certainly not the worst of crimes
But I never liked that stupid cat
I never liked his stripey hat
He never sat upon a mat
I always hoped a great big weight
would fall upon his stripey pate
I really think that would be great
Word Verification: Bulingu. The lingua franca of cows.
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