Linux Songs Poems: 548 of 719 |
The sounds of the nouns are mostly unbound.
In town a noun might wear a gown,
or further down, might dress a clown.
A noun that's sound would never clown,
but unsound nouns jump up and down.
The sound of a noun could distrub the plowing,
and then, my dear, you'd be put in the pound.
But please don't let that get you down,
the renown of your gown is the talk of the town.
-- A. Nonnie Mouse
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Linux Songs Poems: 549 of 719 |
The street preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With forty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved to him
I said, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me.
I hope you're satisfied."
-- Bob Dylan
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Linux Songs Poems: 550 of 719 |
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was very odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
-- Lewis Carroll, "Through the Looking Glass"
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Linux Songs Poems: 551 of 719 |
The Thought Police are here. They've come
To put you under cardiac arrest.
And as they drag you through the door
They tell you that you've failed the test.
-- Buggles, "Living in the Plastic Age"
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Linux Songs Poems: 552 of 719 |
The thrill is here, but it won't last long
You'd better have your fun before it moves along...
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Linux Songs Poems: 553 of 719 |
The trouble with a kitten is that
When it grows up, it's always a cat
-- Ogden Nash.
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Linux Songs Poems: 554 of 719 |
The trouble with you
Is the trouble with me.
Got two good eyes
But we still don't see.
-- Robert Hunter, "Workingman's Dead"
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Linux Songs Poems: 555 of 719 |
The truth you speak has no past and no future.
It is, and that's all it needs to be.
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Linux Songs Poems: 556 of 719 |
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
-- Ogden Nash
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Linux Songs Poems: 557 of 719 |
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful.
My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away.
My girlfriend's a bore; my job is too dutiful.
Hell nobody's perfect, would you like to play?
I feel together today!
-- Jimmy Buffet, "Coconut Telegraph"
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