Sick twisted and dark. (Page 8) LoisS: You’re a woman from East Transylvania Dating Dracula with his weird mania. He asks you each night To go out for a bite — An experience certain to drain ya... LoisS: Frankenstein wasn’t very compliant. He was mad and annoyed and defiant. But he happened to pass Anger management class — And turned into The Jolly Green Giant!... LoisS: A mouse in her room woke Miss Doud Who was frightened and screamed very loud Then a happy thought hit her To scare off the nasty critter She sat up in bed and just meeoowed... LoisS: There once was a chef from Marseille , Well known from Nice to bombay. If a critic pooh poohed The chef's splendid food, He'd wind up the Soup of the Day  cloudygrey33: There once was a jolly old club where all of the patrons were wired They chatted so much they broke all their thumbs and suddenly had to retire...  LoisS: Tell me a story, says the Witch's child About the beast so fierce and wild About a Ghost that shrieks and groans About a Monster, crawly and creepy Something soft and nice, to make me sleepy... LoisS: There once was a cat called Smith Dith Rith His name was passed on, he had fifth shift Im the strongest boy alive Was his proud battle cry The swamp gave his midriff a stiff whiff LoisS: I know of a fellow named Fred Who stashes a box near his bed His wife disappeared And everyone feared The smell from the box was her head. LoisS: I once met a strange pair of twins Who shared the same steps and same grins In front of the other The curious brothers Insisted I think on my sins. cloudygrey33: There once was turkey named Kenny Who live on a farm in New Guinea One minute he rested his head on a log then he heard a slice, and felt a bit odd next thing ya' know he was watching his bod' flopping and spinning like a merry old top That was the last creepy memory before New Guinea Kenny became Dinny! Happy Thanksgivey? (RIP Kenny) LoisS: If you do something at Christmas That’s either risqué or rude Then don’t be at all surprised If it ends up on Yule Tube.... LoisS: I decided to spice up Christmas And along with some scanties I bought her some special toys That cost me a fortune in batteries. MaIvado: Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, And they'll come home, Nurse where the fck is my valium! MaIvado: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell down and bumped his head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, We found no pulse, this monkey is dead. MaIvado: The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain, and washed the spider out. Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and the itsy bitsy spider went to do cocaine. LoisS: It started with the wind, on a cold night, much like this. It was almost Christmas, but this Christmas was darker, less cheerful. But I still believed in Santa, in magic and miracles, and the hope that we could find joy again. But our village had given up on miracles, and on each other. They had forgotten the spirit of Christmas, the sacrifice of giving, and my family was no different. I tried to help them to believe again, but we were no longer the loving family I remembered. They too had given up. And eventually, so did I. And for the first time, I didn't wish for a miracle. I wished for them to go away. A wish I would come to regret. And that night, in the darkness of a howling blizzard... I got my wish. I knew Saint Nicholas was not coming this year. Instead, it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Saint Nicholas. It was... Krampus. And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward, but to punish, not to give, but to take. He, and his helpers. I could only listen as they dragged my family into the underworld, knowing that I would be next. But Krampus did not take me that night. He left me, as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten, and the Christmas spirit... dies.  Nasty Boy: Ode to Mods Past and Present To the mods who gave this dying soul another life I will continue to express myself, but first I drop the knife Which cuts my heart, doing more harm than a crazy wife Who licks my tip only to take my money and my life. It seems I never learn, or maybe just don't see What the problem is, with me being me But rules are innate, you have been great, Out of respect for that, I will try to be straight MaIvado: Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And he died in a coma. MaIvado: Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey, Along came a spider, who sat down beside her, And said why tf you voted Kanye? LoisS: And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals, racing 'round on their wheels. They'll dance with jingtinglers tied onto their heels. They'll blow their floofloovers. They'll bang their tartookas. They'll blow their whohoopers. They'll bang their gardookas. They'll spin their trumtookas. They'll slam their slooslunkas. They'll beat their blumbloopas. They'll wham their whowonkas. And they'll play noisy games like zoozittacarzay, A roller-skate type of lacrosse and croquet! And then they'll make ear-splitting noises galooks On their great big electro whocarnio flooks! Nasty Boy: You're all a bunch of tramps Nasty Boy's a tranny Your avatars are cool Time to eat your fannies | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |
