Behold!
See how my wondrous machine has grown!
It churns, it bubbles, it spits and it squeals
It pounds out the subtance and rolls out the wheels
Squibbly ploofing out bibbles of blab
And end with a chibble that chabs on the slab
My goggles are googling at the wonder's I've made
The mouth is chattering, I anticipate
A flick of the wrist with my arm in the air
I make it so clear to the people who stare
That what's done is done, I've built such a thing
Certainly done with the tinkling ring
The sightest gesture I release from my eyes
Leads all my handymen to show the suprise
They twist all the knobs, and the room's light goes black
The press of my button, the wonder lands in the sack
I then press another on my goggles, on the side
All my assistant do that same, as I slide
I peek into my beautiful bag of decadence
And leave all those people in their blind suspense
It glows gentle blue, and there's three more than two
Five of them, hah! I don't know what to do!
Should I laugh, should I cry, should I flee away and hide
Should I worry for my health, for my mentor had died
He died when discovering this beautiful blossom
Go to the jeep, in the backseat I toss 'em
I slam on the gas and leave my friends behind
But I erupt in blue flame, I explode from inside
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 03:25
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Aquatic Technology Limitless
The levers pulled, the gauntlet's been thrownSee how my wondrous machine has grown!
It churns, it bubbles, it spits and it squeals
It pounds out the subtance and rolls out the wheels
Squibbly ploofing out bibbles of blab
And end with a chibble that chabs on the slab
My goggles are googling at the wonder's I've made
The mouth is chattering, I anticipate
A flick of the wrist with my arm in the air
I make it so clear to the people who stare
That what's done is done, I've built such a thing
Certainly done with the tinkling ring
The sightest gesture I release from my eyes
Leads all my handymen to show the suprise
They twist all the knobs, and the room's light goes black
The press of my button, the wonder lands in the sack
I then press another on my goggles, on the side
All my assistant do that same, as I slide
I peek into my beautiful bag of decadence
And leave all those people in their blind suspense
It glows gentle blue, and there's three more than two
Five of them, hah! I don't know what to do!
Should I laugh, should I cry, should I flee away and hide
Should I worry for my health, for my mentor had died
He died when discovering this beautiful blossom
Go to the jeep, in the backseat I toss 'em
I slam on the gas and leave my friends behind
But I erupt in blue flame, I explode from inside
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 487 times
Written on 2006-12-01 at 03:25
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