666th poem!!!
Here yore truly EDvard, Ole Brother.
Fore yore bunch of grammatical nagging nuts jump me throat, ain't no "I and the Reaper" or The Reaper and I" or any twist in the tail yore snobbish boys'n girls want to trash me with!!!
Now, if yah learned how to read...
Old geezers are this world most valued treasures
walked through crossroads that confused the naïve
with one goal in life, to survive for the longest
period of time and bargain for every life’s reprieve.
Our enemy is that dumb skinny dude with the scythe,
scaring off the good people that wouldn’t believe
that time is here for them to kick their sorry bucked
even if they think to be so “special” and disbelieve.
Just for a show off and the best of kind of bragging,
I will blow smoke in his face, to the Reaper peeve,
cos if he thinking I gonna go without make a stink,
he ain’t worth a scythe nor that blade from the Swiss.
Now folks, this dude with the funny blade on a stick
likes you to sing, cos he’s a jolly good fellow theme,
a frustrated wannabe monk in drags transvestite
that cried a lot viewing that Sound of the Music film.
I will live longer that this pile of bones will like,
Angel of Death my ass, dumber than a two dollar bill,
con him to take my bookies instead of yours truly,
he’s only a potato head schmuck with a license to kill.
why does everyone think the Reaper is a male dressed like that?
oh fine then...poke & prod him with merciless time capsules
& offer him a cocktail or two while you goose him with those persimmons of resistance...Vickie :)
Georg, You can kick that Reaper in the a--, You are not going and I am telling you, you have too much life to be even entertaining that grim person.
Now go live and forget about it!!!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2009
As they said in the movie Gladiator: "Each day death smiles at us, all we can do is smile back."
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
Reviewed on November 19, 2009
Dear Georg, take it easy on the poor guy will ya, is only the hired help, the guy you really have to worry about is the one that send him, he's got your number, and as I see you got his too, ha,
Hugs!Jasmin Horst
Georg - Dylan Thomas would be proud. Not only do you " ... not go gentle into that good night." , but you go laughing at "...this dude with the funny blade on a stick." - David
Congratulations on 666. Now, hurry off that number and may we see that many more from your talented pen! Can just picture you, giving Death a poke and a prod with your cane, refusing to go peaceful - a soldier to the end, eh, Marine? Name, rank and serial number, that's it. =] LOL! Well done.
Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part V
Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part V is humorous adult literature featuring adult content and language. The work satirizes and spoofs thirteen classic tales from U.S. and British literature, a
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oh fine then...poke & prod him with merciless time capsules
& offer him a cocktail or two while you goose him with those persimmons of resistance...Vickie :)
Be always safe,
Karen
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Love Tinks
Now go live and forget about it!!!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Hugs!Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Congratulations on 666. Now, hurry off that number and may we see that many more from your talented pen! Can just picture you, giving Death a poke and a prod with your cane, refusing to go peaceful - a soldier to the end, eh, Marine? Name, rank and serial number, that's it. =] LOL! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Kick the grim reaper in the teeth!
Mary
You tell 'em, Brother; and you really look good in that latest picture. I'm sendin it to Ma, she's gonna love it!
PS: But you better put your helmet back on!!!