| | Episode 002 comes to you courtesy of last night's late night journey through the foggy muck (moggy f*ck?) of brain confetti...you know, that stuff that happens generally as you try to fall asleep. So I decided to write it all down.
Episode 002 - The Revenge of the Nursery Rhyme
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had SO many children, she REALLY didn't know what to do.
So she took them to the barber,
down at the harbour,
and commanded him to dye their hair blue.
Hickory, Slickery Hock,
That pig ran up her frock.
The dame yelled "WUN!"
The pig squealed "TUN!?"
Hickory Slickery Hock!
Hippity hippity hop,
the bunny hopped to the top.
The top fell down
bunny broke his crown...
Hip *ouch*...Hip *ouch* ...Pity...
For the vertically challenged sports enthusiast:
"Hickory dickory dock!"
The 'mouse'...ran up the clock.
The coach was mad
The crowd was sad
Bickering flickering jocks
We sang "Peas porridge hot" in Alison's warmup yesterday morning...got it stuck in my head, in various unorthodox configurations...
Seize courage not
Please forage gold
Squeeze orange by the blot
Fine glazed mold.
Freeze! Courage caught!
Seize! Storage'd gold,
Ease orange over naught
I've played, rolled.
Me's the boorish fought!
He's the foolish bold,
Tease the poor-ish into pot
Blind, payrolled.
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| | Posted 4/12/2007 10:23 PM - 133 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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