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Look out for the man, at a quarter past 10,
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
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A poem.
Oh crap, forgot about that.
I'll shove in there as well, to apease his Cubisty-ness
I'll shove in there as well, to apease his Cubisty-ness
very good! Lighthearted poetry..just what i need to cheer me up from this bout of hayfever! But - you did'nt use 'cubists official poetry site' he will be sawly disapointed!
I know the overall rhyming scheme is a bit iffy. Don't say a word.
Look out for the man, at a quarter past 10,
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
With a step in his spring, and a luminous hen.
3 beards made of nails,
Some ivory whales
And a cufflink the weight of 5 men.
A diamond tiara and a loris fur cape,
Silver-plated toupee, tied up at the nape.
6 boots made of yak,
Human spleens in a sack,
And a gopher that keeps changing shape.
Dragging behind him, a muscular boat,
Two dozen jellies encasing a goat,
A deer made from bunting,
Some cheese fit for hunting,
And a fig-tree approaching a moat.
Surrounding his belly, the stench of a frog,
Standing on hedgehogs, an ambiguous dog,
Big pink monkeys dancing,
A score lancers lancing,
And a phonebook devouring a log.
Oxygen tanks, fit only for mice,
Old chiropractors inflating some lice,
A hole-punched red moon,
A man-bending spoon,
And an elephant made out of rice.
In a big barrel, some lollipop stew,
Waiting with Santa, a cow sniffing glue,
A loincloth of keys,
A belt made of bees,
And a flowering didgeridoo.
Look out for the man at a quarter past 10,
‘Cos if he isn't here now, he just might be then.
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