Grumblings are always grumbling, about this and that. Go ask a Grumbling to take out the garbage, he'll retort, "What, and waste my time? I ain't doin' no rubbish like trash!" Or tell him to trim the hedge, and he'll growl very low, "Leave me alone, Jack, I'm bushed and am staying planted right here so long as I can't figure out what whack smack you are barking about." Try to get a Grumbling to feed the fish, he'll reply composed and reposed, "I just can't do it, Trish, for I fear the only fish I'm hooked on come off punch-lines and onto my dinner dish." Though, the true problem comes when the Grumblings are more than one. Whereas 'a' Grumbling can be humbled into mumbles with 'a' strategically placed TV (which he'll watch indefinitely), if a number of Grumblings start stumbling though doors, jumbling out windows and falling in a bumble of tumbles down the crumbling chimneys narrow, that grumbling will roar into a rumbling crescendo that even the mayor can't fix, because by then he'll be grumbling, too, with little, if any, clue of how to save a neighborhood that has gone to the Grumbling zoo.
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Laying Electric Wires in the Ceiling and Almost Getting Electrocuted
Lord Pervertimore
This poem was inspired by Hordak’s MD flavored poem.
Welcome to Pervertimore, knock on my door naughty minx and I'll beckon ye' in to spank your fanny, feed you Calvert's special crab cakes and the papaya nectar of our love lingering on the thorny worm wood - Ca-ca-ca! I cry at your caboose, nooked and sploondid, from my depraved raven roost where I sleep nevermore one eyed in leery lust.
I’ll Be There with Bulls On
I'll be there with bulls on, or rather a bull and cow... and because of that I'm not quite sure if I'll ever be there now.
I’ll Be There with Bells On
I told my love I'd be there with bells on, I rang my love I did, I asked my love to please just hold on, swinging limbs under oaken trees, she'd know when I was comin' by the brassen' echo through the night and out the holler to her ears dear to me and my love said she'd wait, for she loved me deeply, though I was never too sure just what her parents thought of me.
Fast & Loose Roleplaying, etc.
I’ve been working on one of my roleplaying projects again and I think the groundwork, the basic system, is finally pretty much under control.
For a long time the working title of this game has been FaLoR (Fast & Loose Roleplaying). That’s one of the things I’d like to change at some point in the future. At the time I came up with it I thought it was short and had visual balance. But the more I read it the more it sounds like a cross between Valor and Fallacy, plus it’s got this weird EvErY OtHeR LeTtEr CaPs thing going on that is bugging me a bit.
Scarehat
Crowspun, has gone to fix the wheeler, so he's taken a spin right over to the dealer's for an inspection leaving Scarehat alone in the swamp drinking bog-water again doing the stomp trying to remember why he wears a hat January through December.
Let Me Down Sweetly Empty Calorie
When the door burst open, I didn't even notice it had knocked my teeth, probably because of the great big fat rush I was in to get inside sugar mountain, and ask the empty calorie: Why people complained, pained at one another, why I winced back, was it my mouth? the advice? or the ice? I'd just eaten s v c o e o s r l o y d freezing the water on my brain sitting on E D G E waiting to GET an o f fL f r shocking the prospect that the mulled future was only a jaded bitter old sucker--- When the empty calorie swished in a swoosh of saccharine pink spit spat so matter of fact, "Well I'm outide, and as you can see, I'm riddled within by caverns of salt I've never seen, but I suppose if they're mine, they're yours too, and somedays your low, and somedays your sweet, so just take your pick when you swing open the door."
Love, Athena
Apollo's amused Lounges in the dawn Clever with his lyre of goat horns and turtle Shines his light down upon, upon the city. Smile. Hoplite helm, Aegis, spear and chiton Zeus's nerdy daughter smiles over at you, down upon you Shy and confident, joy in her eyes and smile. She's in love With you, mortal. Smiling at you. The sun is bright The city spreads out ahead Clever things for you to think and invent The day is good. Can't help smiling. Athena loves you.
Mr. & Mrs. Amoeba
Mr. & Mrs. Amoeba quite the pair, off to the neighbors, theatre, Grand Canyon, and everywhere. Over the roads, Through all the burbs Wayup & Wiseside Knifejacking the curbs. "Oooo!" Mrs. says, "Those neighbors, a fine pair!" "Those players," Mr. goes, "Made you feel right there!" "And the canyon so deep!" They cried tossing pebbles down in, Till a serious young man chided, "You one-celled fools, does it all lead anywhere?" To which they both laughed and replied, "Perhaps, but honestly who cares!"