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OUI.

by  Lawrenco

Posted: Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Word Count: 137
Summary: Yea,O.K so then I woke up dooh!Shouldn`t of left that scented candle alight all night .Anyone who can pin point "Pop Idols" in this poem I will send them a gobstopper with a personal message of congradulations ,finished with hopefully smelly varnish. Please send S.A.E.(Product not suitable for human consumption)




The bourgeious puppy dolls,
perform in front of the fried obese balls.
Drool on hunger to pain,to fill time soon.
Swooned by chipped chairs,
bear fat overlaps,licks lips and feels twinge.

Cavalcades of sworn fashion limps,
hide labels,die of shame.
Hats full of hopefuls,
soon to prune the final nerve.
Twang!To be picked;to fill hollowness.

Video cam stories,butter runs from tickled crutch.
Pierced beauty,accessed by bi-metal strip.
Giving neon lights a quiver,stiffy delivery.
Licking salt out of juicy crisps.
Leaving soggy vinegar for leather clads.

The stench of fresh varnish,
causes toxic trances.
Nose settles by ink well.
"Click",strike another pose.
octopus defence causes black;splayed wide.

Silver nitrate escapes into crowd
Unregulated icons run abound.
Set to free ceased up channels
Smack the twaddle masters to their,
overchuffed cushion fluff.

Leaving we are ,to do the job!