| Poems of Ill Repute |
| The Canopy Dweller Everyone listens late at night Hoping that they hear nothing. For if they do then they shall meet A very scary site. Yes, they shall meet the one who dwells Below in a canopy. The canopy dweller, The canopy dweller, Who will meet the canopy dweller. He lives alone in a canopy But from where he got that canopy no one knows. But do not dare ask that canopy dweller Where he got that canopy from. For if you do than you will know The answer to what nobody knows. The canopy dweller, The canopy dweller, He truely dwells in a canopy. Many have tried to deny That he dwells in a canopy. Yet the smart reply that indeed He does dwell in a canopy. By dwell I mean live and By canopy I mean canopy. What more do you need to know to believe That he is, indeed, a canopy dweller. The canopy dweller, The canopy dweller, Don't deny that he lives in a canopy. |
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| When Pugeons Fly Why oh why can Pigeons not fly? Danger on the Road Drive hard core to the max... Why! For danger... What? Are you not crazy? When I relax, I am doing something Extreme to the max, And if you try and Fuck with me when I Am doing extreme Sports you better Expect me to do something extreme like An ollie on extremely hard-core skate board!. |
| Mojave Desert Accidentally Deleted Snow There are many words for snow Such as white really cold stuff, Or styrafoam-like substance that is cold, Or ice that isn't that hard yet, Or cold water falling from sky in solid form, Or the white stuff, Or god's dandruff, Or cold confetti that is not paper. -Unknown Inuit |