Linux Songs Poems: 501 of 719 |
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting
enough cheese.
-- National Lampoon, "Deteriorata"
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Linux Songs Poems: 502 of 719 |
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde,
It's hanging there on the shed.
All together now...
Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down.
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Linux Songs Poems: 503 of 719 |
Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me why the sky's so blue,
And I will tell you just why I love you.
Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine,
Phototropism makes ivy twine,
Rayleigh scattering makes sky so blue,
Sexual hormones are why I love you.
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Linux Songs Poems: 504 of 719 |
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me us.
-- Ogden Nash
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Linux Songs Poems: 505 of 719 |
Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time.
Moping, melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
-- A.E. Housman
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Linux Songs Poems: 506 of 719 |
That feeling just came over me.
-- Albert DeSalvo, the "Boston Strangler"
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Linux Songs Poems: 507 of 719 |
That money talks,
I'll not deny,
I heard it once,
It said "Good-bye.
-- Richard Armour
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Linux Songs Poems: 508 of 719 |
The Advertising Agency Song
When your client's hopping mad,
Put his picture in the ad.
If he still should prove refractory,
Add a picture of his factory.
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Linux Songs Poems: 509 of 719 |
The all-softening overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, -- the dinner bell.
-- Lord Byron
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Linux Songs Poems: 510 of 719 |
The bank called to tell me that I'm overdrawn,
Some freaks are burning crosses out on my front lawn,
And I *can't*believe* it, all the Cheetos are gone,
It's just ONE OF THOSE DAYS!
-- Weird Al Yankovic, "One of Those Days"
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