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moffy
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- Last Record: 2013-04-12 23:45:48 +0700
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The Bearded Lady took a bow Although she longed to curtsey, The audience clapped louder now And whistled without mercy.
She smiled and when she left the ring Trapeze artists took their places, She sat beside the monkey king And looked up at their faces.
Maria swung and triple-flipped; Her pretty smile unfaltered. The bearded lady sat tight-lipped And wished she could be altered.
The beard, though entertaining, was A nuisance when eating She kept her head out of the warmth For fear of overheating.
She hated people being shocked At her feminine gender For just like every woman She too was loving and tender.
On this day she did decide To win the heart of Mike The Ring Master who could ride A lion like a bike.
So out the Big Top, Beardy went And found the sword-swallower's blade She took some foam from the clown's cream pie And with the two she made
A shaving kit to solve her woes To de-fuzz her hairy chin While she was at it she shaved her toes Then took a deep breath in.
The crowd applauded Mike's display, A flame juggling dance But the clapping stopped and jaws dropped As Beardy took her chance
To kiss her man who whispered then ''My lady I desire you For seven years I've loved your beard (But now I'll have to fire you)''
So that was it, the beard was shaven The Lady got her catch, They lived together in marital haven With moustaches to match. |
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(written 6th September 2011, on the bus journey to work.) ‘Sorry. Actually no, I’m not sorry’ The fact that this was said as a ... |
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AMNESIA |
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This is planned to be a song- Kate Nash style... but I'm not really a singer.
When I bought it I loved it I hoped you’... |
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I feel the footsteps behind me fall Into a rhythm too precise To be those of wandering crowds
I’m being followed by ghosts, ... |
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A mix of hitrecord goodness that's in our very DNA. Adding resources later (at work)
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The champagne flute longed to return to the orchestra.
But she was an alcoholic. |
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(An attempt to make the worst day of a guy's life vaguely humourous...) Lisa Monroe, will you marry me?
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So you claimed today You can read me like a book? What a claim to make
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