Merry Christmas, bawbagz,
I hope you can read your Christmas tagz,
My handwriting's atrocious,
so don't be ferocious,
if your tags are illegible,
just be a vegetable!
Note for those who don't know me: This is supposed to be humorous. Laugh or don't laugh, just laugh!
To resist her gets harder and harder
when she stands there just wearing her garter
when she moves with her hips
and she moistens her lips
I forget I was hired to guard her
A bodyguard's nightmare... or dream?
Wonder why there isn't a limerick thread
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
When the day draws to a close
And all the gifts are unwrapped,
What is left to celebrate
But the smiles and joy of those around us?
I give. I'll make a better signature when I finally categorized those billion thoughts.
Today the wind is in trouble.
But this wind is weeping a little.
It seems as though,
the wind blew something unpleasant into the town.
Let's make lest the wind cease.
The time has come to reflect once more.
To think about what we have done
And to reflect on what we failed to do.
Amidst it all - we start the year fresh and anew.
I give. I'll make a better signature when I finally categorized those billion thoughts.
Whenever I'm here I see Cheryl
I think she must be watching us all
And I wonder what she must be thinking
As she watches us stumble and fall
Does she see how we love and we struggle
Does she see how we battle and fight
Does she notice us linger in daytime
Does she see how we don't sleep at night
Though it's only a name I keep seeing
I do miss it when it is not here
Like the castle that misses its keeper
to safeguard it from danger and fear
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Killer
You seep the blood from me,
Killing me quietly, draining my life away.
It hurts so much
When you come by.
The blood gushes and spurts
As it leaves my body.
I gasp and moan
In suffering and agony.
Silent killer, thief in the night,
You've made your plight.
I am an ear, a shoulder
A support to your crisis
I am your friend
Albeit an unreliable and flawed
Rock on whom to rely.
I am me and make no pretensions
To be anything else.
To take me as I am is to
Accept me for who I am.
Anything less is to do
Both me and you
A grave disservice.
I make no apologies for being me.
What could have been will never be
A life wasted it's plain to see
Only death awaits to set me free
There was nothing to see from invisible me
Often misunderstood,
the man stood
upon a bridge.
His name was Midge.
Did Midge get in the fridge?
and want more fudge but just a smidge?
but pralines and caramels got in the way
and he remains fat to this day..
Rose are red
Violets are blue
You are an idiot
But I love you
Roses are red but lillies are cool
I once milked a cow on a 3-legged stool
and built a doghouse without a single tool
maybe I'm coal but someday a jewel
Violets are blue its true
Depending upon the view
If you're upside down in a cloud
It tends to change the hue.
Enough about violets and roses and stuff,
I'm writing now about some fluff.
What I'm writing, I don't know,
but give me a second,
and I'll become fecund!
pick up your guitar and pick up your pick
play me a melody, make it real slick
I'll try to find words to make it a song
to tell our girls that our love is so strong
that it could make us fly without even one wing
Yes, that is the song that I would like to sing
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Something tells me that Paul and Andrew
Might come up with the best song we ever knew
A tune that will take us higher and higher
Even though it sounds like tennis shoes in a dryer
A melody that really clicks
And maybe even help them pick up chicks.
I'd be singing that song for the love of my life
Who just happens to be no-one else than my wife
I would sing here to tell her that I did realize
That I need her beside me, that my love never dies
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
A tiny ant bit in my arse as I sat on the ground
And asked me: "Will you lift that thing, for if I must go 'round"
"I'll need a lunchbox, big enough, to last a day, or two"
"And I just want to be home soon, so move, and let me through"
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
