"Ode to Halloween" OR "What do you want? It's Friday"
21:42 Oct 30 2009
Times Read: 834
Each kiddie in Vampire Rave
Made his bed or swept her grave.
It was All Hallows Eve eve
When the quiet folk grieve
O'er the noise of the morrow
And the shrieks and the sorrow,
For they knew the Vampires soon would roam
And text each other through the misty gloam.
The covens of VR
Came from near and from far
And their names alone sparked many a fear
In all the poor townsfolk who would happen to hear:
Chiron Centaurus
And the Darkened Forest.
Gladiators, Pirates, and Vampire Doves,
Silver Crystal, Secrets, and Lesbian Loves.
Coimirceoir De An Oiche
(What, you expected a rhyme?)
Oh what a night it would prove to be,
The treating and tricking of my friends and me.
(Yeah, I know that last verse should end with, “I”
But Poetic License is my bitch; I cannot lie.)
Back to my friends and their Halloween hijinx
Holy crap, never end a line with “hijinx” no matter what anyone thinks.
We crept along, looking for sport and laughing at every Paikea fart.
Morri snapped pictures of everything gorey
Vampire Witch had a pretty good bitch
At the “lame-ass tee” of our dry-humored, Mr. Thoth.
“My make-up took hours”, she started to froth,
“And all you could wear was a shirt emblazoned with 'ai' on the cloth?
Beside my face and elegant coif, you look like a silly old sloth.”
'Three-toed, I hope', said Mr. Thoth.
(I walked a long way for that geeky jest
It made me happy, though it's not my best)
“Holy Moly!” cried Joli who played lots of Scrabble
And got the joke cuz she loved to dabble
In any word play that marked her era,
Especially the malaprops of her good friend, birra
Like “my bleeding rectum” and other fine names
(I know I choked, but my rectum rhymes went up in flames)
The ratings would wait til another date
Fun was had and Birra's rum wasn't bad.
The cute little rat tipped her sequined hat
And grinned at the wry Thoth Lethtat
(I alwayth lithp hith name like that.)
Pai ran by.
“Frolic with us, goddamn it”, cried Mori.
We did, and we shared in all the night's glory.
Then Joli made light, and it was only right...
“Thoth's frolic looks alcoholic, like a bucolic whose grown melancholic.
Perhaps it's symbolic of the poor workaholic,
But damn, Halloween kicks ass.
(Yeah, yeah...bite me, rhyme nazi.)
04:43 Oct 30 2009
Times Read: 856
I believe I have coined a phrase. Have you ever been sitting around with your friends or family and someone says something off the wall and somebody else maybe yells, "Bullshit!" Then the first guy says, "No, it's true...I swear. Go look it up.
Guy 2: I'm comfortable...you go look it up.
Guy 1: See, you know I'm right. If not, you'd go look it up.
...and so on until the weaker person gives in and goes, fuming, to the computer to look it up.
In my house, we refer to this as "Google Goading."
We even have arguments that now include, "Don't you Google Goad me!!!
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