It'll take ya ages to read this rubbish
A poem of mega length - here it is!
Ohh, so on and so forth
Et cetera, et cetera - or etc, but not ect!
And furthermore.....
Carpe diem - I dunno wot it means
I took so long finding out
That when I found out it was night
And no day left to seize! Doh!
It didn't help that I was looking
In a fisherman's annual
Well, I thought it was related to carp
Some species of fish!
How come this nuttiness happens to me?
Woof! Think proper, says Fido
Write summat sensible
Though ya told me
This was gonna be a 5,000 word poem
Here's the rest of the words (some of 'em)
Blah, blah, mumbo jumbo
Waffle and nonsense
All sorts of irrelevances
And nothing in particular
Always use 100 words when 5 will do, I say!
Will you stop this rambling? Says Fido
And take ME for a ramble!
Heehee.
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: More rubbish from me! lol.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Nicely done
Thank you F. It's eccentric old Orchi muckin' about again! lol.
If I told ya your "poem" was a lengthy piece of drivel, and then retracted the word 'lengthy', would ya be terribly offended?
It wasn't long enough to send me to sleep though....
Thank you D. Yep, it's plenty of drivel. lol.
I'm sure some Philosophy Critic would read this and see it as a Statement on 'Man's Relationship to Man' . And Spout all sorts of things about the 'Subconscious'. Or 'Duel Realty'. Or maybe it's just all Nonsense.
Enjoyed.
Thank you K. Yep, would have some deep hidden meaning - not that I've the foggiest idea what it might be! lol.
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Thank you N.
Orchi, hahaha...and there goes Fido again trying to staple reality back together while Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus and Ol’ Tomás argue over whether the Sacred Carp Scrolls prophesied this exact catastrophe. Meanwhile Scooby has eaten half the evidence, SpongeBob opened the Glug Portal by mistake, and Grape Ape (where the heck did he come from?) is somehow stuck in the fisherman’s annual. Now all that can be heard is, "I yam what I yam, but I don't eat yams, I ams certain," followed by intergalactic arguing over socks, "Ruh-roh," and incessant glugs between belch-like cries of "Grape Ape!" Absolute chaos, my friend. 🤣🌹🖤🙏
Thank you T. lol. All those antics going on!
thanks for enlightening us with your comment..lol
Thank you N. lol.
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