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The fat kid? Ms. Slater?
The wallpaper paster?
The rich bloke?
Or even the mad evil fella?
Who murdered Doc Flo, in the chateau cellar?
“I was eating,” the fat kid replied,
“I was eating a sponge cake, and a large plate of fries,
A milkshake,
I think it was the mad evil fella,
Who murdered Doc Flo in the chateau cellar.”
“Me?” Shouted Ms. S, her breasts in full bloom,
“Me? I was seducing two men in my room,
They were awful,
It may have been that mad evil fella,
Who murdered the poor doctor down in the cellar.”
“ME?” said the paster, in blatent distaste,
“I was pasting the paper, pasting with paste,
Obviously,
Dont you think it coulda been that mad evil fella?
He did seem to spend most time in the cellar...”
“How absurd!” exclaimed the rich bloke, who sounded quite posh,
“I was in my study, counting my dosh,
I have millions,
I rather think i might’ve been that strange deranged fella,Who got poor Doc Flo,
and got blood all over our lovely clean snow!”
“Teehee, Harhar, giggled the mad man,
“I did, and the corpse is still fresh in my van,
For later,
Lock me away, im your fella!
It was me who murdered Doc Flo in the cellar!”
“It was me that dragged him down the stairs,
Me that caught him unawares,
Sly as a fox,
Me that stabbed him in the head,
And again, to make sure he was dead,
“It was me that parted him from most of his limbs,
Me that downed the rich blokes Pims,
I was nervous,
Me that got the bits of old Doctor Flo,
And dragged them across your nice clean snow,”
“Me that got the parts of an innocent man,
And laid them to rest in the back of my van,
To freeze,”
Why do all this, to poor Doc Flo,
Outside the warmth of Chateau de Snow?
So, up in the mountains,
Up in the rocks,
The madman was taken,
In by the cops,
I know it was obvious,
You knew from the beggining,
But wasn't it origianal,
That i did it in singing?
The wallpaper paster?
The rich bloke?
Or even the mad evil fella?
Who murdered Doc Flo, in the chateau cellar?
“I was eating,” the fat kid replied,
“I was eating a sponge cake, and a large plate of fries,
A milkshake,
I think it was the mad evil fella,
Who murdered Doc Flo in the chateau cellar.”
“Me?” Shouted Ms. S, her breasts in full bloom,
“Me? I was seducing two men in my room,
They were awful,
It may have been that mad evil fella,
Who murdered the poor doctor down in the cellar.”
“ME?” said the paster, in blatent distaste,
“I was pasting the paper, pasting with paste,
Obviously,
Dont you think it coulda been that mad evil fella?
He did seem to spend most time in the cellar...”
“How absurd!” exclaimed the rich bloke, who sounded quite posh,
“I was in my study, counting my dosh,
I have millions,
I rather think i might’ve been that strange deranged fella,Who got poor Doc Flo,
and got blood all over our lovely clean snow!”
“Teehee, Harhar, giggled the mad man,
“I did, and the corpse is still fresh in my van,
For later,
Lock me away, im your fella!
It was me who murdered Doc Flo in the cellar!”
“It was me that dragged him down the stairs,
Me that caught him unawares,
Sly as a fox,
Me that stabbed him in the head,
And again, to make sure he was dead,
“It was me that parted him from most of his limbs,
Me that downed the rich blokes Pims,
I was nervous,
Me that got the bits of old Doctor Flo,
And dragged them across your nice clean snow,”
“Me that got the parts of an innocent man,
And laid them to rest in the back of my van,
To freeze,”
Why do all this, to poor Doc Flo,
Outside the warmth of Chateau de Snow?
So, up in the mountains,
Up in the rocks,
The madman was taken,
In by the cops,
I know it was obvious,
You knew from the beggining,
But wasn't it origianal,
That i did it in singing?
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The fat kid? Ms. Slater?
The wallpaper paster?
The rich bloke?
Or even the mad evil fella?
Who murdered Doc Flo, in the chateau cellar?
“I was eating,” the fat kid replied,
“I was eating a sponge cake, and a large plate of fries,
A milkshake,
I think it was the mad evil fella,
Who murdered Doc Flo in the chateau cellar.”
“Me?” Shouted Ms. S, her breasts in full bloom,
“Me? I was seducing two men in my room,
They were awful,
It may have been that mad evil fella,
Who murdered the poor doctor down in the cellar.”
“ME?” said the paster, in blatent distaste,
“I was pasting the paper, pasting with paste,
Obviously,
Dont you think it coulda been that mad evil fella?
He did seem to spend most time in the cellar...”
“How absurd!” exclaimed the rich bloke, who sounded quite posh,
“I was in my study, counting my dosh,
I have millions,
I rather think i might’ve been that strange deranged fella,Who got poor Doc Flo,
and got blood all over our lovely clean snow!”
“Teehee, Harhar, giggled the mad man,
“I did, and the corpse is still fresh in my van,
For later,
Lock me away, im your fella!
It was me who murdered Doc Flo in the cellar!”
“It was me that dragged him down the stairs,
Me that caught him unawares,
Sly as a fox,
Me that stabbed him in the head,
And again, to make sure he was dead,
“It was me that parted him from most of his limbs,
Me that downed the rich blokes Pims,
I was nervous,
Me that got the bits of old Doctor Flo,
And dragged them across your nice clean snow,”
“Me that got the parts of an innocent man,
And laid them to rest in the back of my van,
To freeze,”
Why do all this, to poor Doc Flo,
Outside the warmth of Chateau de Snow?
So, up in the mountains,
Up in the rocks,
The madman was taken,
In by the cops,
I know it was obvious,
You knew from the beggining,
But wasn't it origianal,
That i did it in singing?
The wallpaper paster?
The rich bloke?
Or even the mad evil fella?
Who murdered Doc Flo, in the chateau cellar?
“I was eating,” the fat kid replied,
“I was eating a sponge cake, and a large plate of fries,
A milkshake,
I think it was the mad evil fella,
Who murdered Doc Flo in the chateau cellar.”
“Me?” Shouted Ms. S, her breasts in full bloom,
“Me? I was seducing two men in my room,
They were awful,
It may have been that mad evil fella,
Who murdered the poor doctor down in the cellar.”
“ME?” said the paster, in blatent distaste,
“I was pasting the paper, pasting with paste,
Obviously,
Dont you think it coulda been that mad evil fella?
He did seem to spend most time in the cellar...”
“How absurd!” exclaimed the rich bloke, who sounded quite posh,
“I was in my study, counting my dosh,
I have millions,
I rather think i might’ve been that strange deranged fella,Who got poor Doc Flo,
and got blood all over our lovely clean snow!”
“Teehee, Harhar, giggled the mad man,
“I did, and the corpse is still fresh in my van,
For later,
Lock me away, im your fella!
It was me who murdered Doc Flo in the cellar!”
“It was me that dragged him down the stairs,
Me that caught him unawares,
Sly as a fox,
Me that stabbed him in the head,
And again, to make sure he was dead,
“It was me that parted him from most of his limbs,
Me that downed the rich blokes Pims,
I was nervous,
Me that got the bits of old Doctor Flo,
And dragged them across your nice clean snow,”
“Me that got the parts of an innocent man,
And laid them to rest in the back of my van,
To freeze,”
Why do all this, to poor Doc Flo,
Outside the warmth of Chateau de Snow?
So, up in the mountains,
Up in the rocks,
The madman was taken,
In by the cops,
I know it was obvious,
You knew from the beggining,
But wasn't it origianal,
That i did it in singing?
Good very good nice ending.
Eeerrr..thanks.
pop
Good rhymes.
You wear tights, don't you. And black shiny boots with silver buckles. And a wide-brimmed hat with a peacock's feather in it. And I bet that's a lute you're strumming...
Well, minstrel, your ditty was [-*word search*...]-: okay.
Well, minstrel, your ditty was [-*word search*...]-: okay.
Black Glove wrote:
> You wear tights, don't you. And black shiny boots with silver buckles.
> And a wide-brimmed hat with a peacock's feather in it. And I bet
> that's a lute you're strumming...
Well, actually....
> You wear tights, don't you. And black shiny boots with silver buckles.
> And a wide-brimmed hat with a peacock's feather in it. And I bet
> that's a lute you're strumming...
Well, actually....
Spetch wrote:
> Eeerrr..thanks.
Thats ok you going to write another one?
> Eeerrr..thanks.
Thats ok you going to write another one?
Nah. Im might do poetry again, one day, but i've got a good idea for the next comp, i just hope the topic fits.
Alright cool just saw youv'e changed your name I didn't know.
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