The Never Ending Poem

[Wirey]

True love makes your heart all fluttery
Like when I got in the pants of a Cup who was Buttery........

 

[sun rise]

The thread was started by a guy very smelly
he must worship to Gods of the over full belly...

 

[BSM1]

Dog with lamp
Man of snow
Souls of poets?
I say no.

 

[Scott C.]

Isn't the idea to continue the poem from the previous post?

 

[Gnostic Seeker]

Continue from the previous not was specified,

settle down dissenter, or you may get crucified

 

[Brickjectivity]

Isn't the idea to continue the poem from the previous post?

Its somewhat debatable, like the reality of a ghost.

 

[Brickjectivity]

settle down dissenter, or you may get crucified

Beauty pricked her finger on a splinter and then died
and how could that prince break through all of his pride?

 

[Revoltingest]

So with his great wit, her affections he plied.
She responded with haughty deflection & sighed.

 

[BSM1]

But Beauty was left alone and with child
Seems the rose wasn't the only prick in the wild.

 

[Scott C.]

To satisfy his lust, the narcissist lied.
His everlasting love, he chose to feign.
The damsel betrayed would rather have died,
Than to be with him 'til the end of his reign.
I shall kill the traitor, she quietly cried,
He who stole my soul, shall surely be slain.

 

[Revoltingest]

She brandished her weapon, more fell than a mace
and swung it so hard, it collapsed on his face.
And what was this fiendish device she let fly?
Her weapon of choice....a large blueberry pie!

 

[Scott C.]

He lie dead on the floor, bereft of grace.
She sleeked slowly away, clothed only in lace.
Her wish fulfilled, that he must die,
Yet refused to leave without the pie.

 

[Revoltingest]

For she who had studied N Machiavelli
Had plans for that pie, & left for the deli.

 

[Revoltingest]

Selecting salamis both massive & long,
like nunchucks she fastened between them a thong.
She swung them around her, as Bruce Li would do,
and found them quite fell, her foes having no clue.....

 

[sun rise]

She had heard there is "pie in the sky by and by"
but she wanted to eat that pie before she did die.

 

[Brickjectivity]

So she planted blue seeds and she slept for a wink
while she slept those blueberries supplied her with ink
and she slept while they drew out her story with pride
but she slept for too long and got creased on one side

 

[Scott C.]

Creased on one side, oh my, oh my!
Her secret soon to be revealed.
A crease from long sleep, by and by,
Surely from this she may never be healed.
All caused by a seed, from a pie in the sky,
Remnants found on a dead man's feet don't lie.
Only the heart broken maid would have dealt him such fate.
So off to the gallows surely she'll go
Her dastardly act uncovered by a dead man's toe..

 

[Revoltingest]

Alas, she ascended the stairs to her fate.
And there up on top, executioners wait.
But lo, what is this?
Some thing is amiss!
Their hoods are on backwards! (These guys aren't first rate.)

 

[Revoltingest]

The crowd was aghast that their auto da fe
might need some corrections & cause a delay.
Our heroine's hip
and noticed the slip.
And taking advantage, she sauntered away

 

[Scott C.]

The crowds lust for vengeance went unsatisfied.
They would have preferred, at the stake she be fried.
Winter was nigh.
Snow had fallen about.
To the forest she fled,
Where was waiting her sled.
Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixem!
Into the sky, she flew with great haste.
The crowd below thought there time be a waste.
She flew far north,
Where awaited her love.
His eyes filled with tears to see his sweet dove.
He ran quickly to her to give her a hug,
And then said slowly with a bit of a pause....
Oh, welcome home, my dear Mrs. Claus!