No need to know whut it means when they squeal,
Especially the sexual pleasures they feel.
Don't care why they oink,
Whut they feel when they boink,
Aint a good thought while eatin ham fer a meal.
Keyhole 1/02/04
261
Here's to a Box that's always been grand,
Aint no better click throughout all the land.
Without this here board,
I'd be . . uh . . um . . . tremendously bored,
Three cheers fer the Wizurd who . . . uh . . brangs us fine Sand!
HIP HIP HOR-BELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCH . . . RAAAY!
Keyhole 11/13/03
260
They'd like to think that PC's will die,
cause their buggie and wormie as old pie.
They bury us with their proud views,
though very few actually use,
but Mac is still the Apple of Bruce's eye.
Silent Sandy 08/20/2003
259
SANDBOX TURDS
Some are wet and real sticky,
some are hard and dry.
Some are slicky and so icky,
they'd gag a hungry fly.
Some are shot out hard missin,
the box and all the sand.
Some are shiny and they glisten,
and some a big long strand.
Some are oozing and they've bled,
from deep within the heart.
Some a deepest darkest red,
butt splattered with a fart.
Some are curled in a pile,
some tapered to a point.
Some are pinched with a smile,
and a few stink up the joint.
A funfilled place to drop a turd,
butt one thing really sucks.
At times the splatter gets absurd,
and soils the Tonka trucks.
Some are not so gentle,
and taken with some frowns.
Some are deep and mental,
And some from real clowns.
Some get old and sandy,
some are off the wall .
Some are shaped like candy,
Some make no sense at all.
Some can seem so bizarre,
and drop down with a SPLURT!
Some will get a HAR! HAR! HAR!
and cause yer sides to hurt.
Some get covered well,
Some look cracked and torn.
Some don't even smell,
And some are full of corn.
Some are light and soft,
some are hard as mortar,
Some are often scoffed,
and some are out of order.
Some will come with links,
on which ya have to click.
And if the link thing stinks,
you can use a big long stick.
Some at times are found,
that are music to the ear.
Butt some don't hear the sound,
and refuse to try and hear.
Some are pointed here,
and some are pointed there.
Some are wet with beer,
and some will curl yer hair.
Some have points so sharp,
with pricky needle tips.
They're meant fer those who harp,
and flap them liberal lips.
Although they're squeezed from Brothers,
who sometimes don't agree.
We squat with one another,
and grunt fer ECV.
Keyhole 7/2003
258
|
