Ya Krunk'd Floo
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Thanks. I'll use your promise as a carrot to my donkey. EEE-or!
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Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...
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Ya Krunk'd Floo
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I call this next one...
Please Note
Any attempts at explaining 'irony', or indeed self-conciously referring to one's own works as 'ironic' immediately negates the irony due to the erosion of the innate subtlness that the term/style/state of being demands. Unless, of course the actual explanation or self-reference is also ironic. This is similar to the effect of calculating the difference of two negative numbers, eg. -1-(-1) = 0. However, when attempting such an audacious feat, the person must be aware of not over-doing the 'ironic' explanation as this will also result in a negation of the irony. Personally, I find that 111 words - not including numbers - is suffice. Anything over that amount is a little sour. Apple.
Please Note
Any attempts at explaining 'irony', or indeed self-conciously referring to one's own works as 'ironic' immediately negates the irony due to the erosion of the innate subtlness that the term/style/state of being demands. Unless, of course the actual explanation or self-reference is also ironic. This is similar to the effect of calculating the difference of two negative numbers, eg. -1-(-1) = 0. However, when attempting such an audacious feat, the person must be aware of not over-doing the 'ironic' explanation as this will also result in a negation of the irony. Personally, I find that 111 words - not including numbers - is suffice. Anything over that amount is a little sour. Apple.
Ya Krunk'd Floo
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This next one is an ode to ignorance/nognignoronce...
Resting on Moon Time
Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life! Oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?
Reject the abscess growing here and there,
Defeat the soldier, the lion, in it's lair,
Ride for the truth, swim from the decoy,
Never attempting to bless, convert, totally destroy.
Let wisdom guide you, but heart lead the way,
Fighting the demons, erasing decay.
When in doubt, not knowing how,
Spare justice your truth and show me now.
Among the fools and those who pollute,
Never pander to the pauperized, be resolute!
Stand solid for beauty, love and land,
Take not with, but give with your hand.
And in the midst of your lovely, lie...
Gaze upon youth and listen, heroic lullaby,
For there once was a man of truth who decried:
"Whatever I say, shall hold no unopened 'why'!"
"Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life, oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?"
Resting on Moon Time
Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life! Oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?
Reject the abscess growing here and there,
Defeat the soldier, the lion, in it's lair,
Ride for the truth, swim from the decoy,
Never attempting to bless, convert, totally destroy.
Let wisdom guide you, but heart lead the way,
Fighting the demons, erasing decay.
When in doubt, not knowing how,
Spare justice your truth and show me now.
Among the fools and those who pollute,
Never pander to the pauperized, be resolute!
Stand solid for beauty, love and land,
Take not with, but give with your hand.
And in the midst of your lovely, lie...
Gaze upon youth and listen, heroic lullaby,
For there once was a man of truth who decried:
"Whatever I say, shall hold no unopened 'why'!"
"Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life, oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?"
Ya Krunk'd Floo
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Are you krunking my krunk?
Ya Krunk'd Floo
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Naughty?
This one is a little lewd and rewd, so hide your eyes if you don't like to read about
...
A Strange Thing
In time of Jove and Pan's white beard,
Did fairies whisper far and queer'd!
Between the spell of whisper'd woods,
Couldn't, Can't and Wouldn't stood.
"Look at us free, bounded by,
Our fear of this and dulcet lullaby!"
What mockery did they ponder?
Why, my friend - that, there yonder!
"Oh, for Pete and Parcell'd ware!
Bring me a postman, apple and pear!"
So, did Eve, being Adam's bane/mare,
Venture to nestle, look and stare...
"Oh, that goat, what a ruck!
I wonder if he would wanna ****?"
"Jesus!", said Couldn't in wide-awe.
"No, that's Eve, a dirty whore!"
In the stuck middle of Can't and Wouldn't,
Pan The Stinker, really shouldn't.
But did, did he and all saw,
The Goat-Man tupping Adam's Law.
Then, in the calamity of cause-celeeeb,
Jesus, plopped and started to bleed!
"****! That's it! He's bound, he's gone!"
And off they ran, for more anon
This one is a little lewd and rewd, so hide your eyes if you don't like to read about
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A Strange Thing
In time of Jove and Pan's white beard,
Did fairies whisper far and queer'd!
Between the spell of whisper'd woods,
Couldn't, Can't and Wouldn't stood.
"Look at us free, bounded by,
Our fear of this and dulcet lullaby!"
What mockery did they ponder?
Why, my friend - that, there yonder!
"Oh, for Pete and Parcell'd ware!
Bring me a postman, apple and pear!"
So, did Eve, being Adam's bane/mare,
Venture to nestle, look and stare...
"Oh, that goat, what a ruck!
I wonder if he would wanna ****?"
"Jesus!", said Couldn't in wide-awe.
"No, that's Eve, a dirty whore!"
In the stuck middle of Can't and Wouldn't,
Pan The Stinker, really shouldn't.
But did, did he and all saw,
The Goat-Man tupping Adam's Law.
Then, in the calamity of cause-celeeeb,
Jesus, plopped and started to bleed!
"****! That's it! He's bound, he's gone!"
And off they ran, for more anon