Linux Songs Poems

One day,
A mad meta-poet,
With nothing to say,
Wrote a mad meta-poem
That started: "One day,
A mad meta-poet,
With nothing to say,
Wrote a mad meta-poem
That started: "One day,
[...]
sort of close".
Were the words that the poet,
Finally chose,
To bring his mad poem,
To some sort of close".
Were the words that the poet,
Finally chose,
To bring his mad poem,
To some sort of close".

One good thing about music,
Well, it helps you feel no pain.
So hit me with music;
Hit me with music now.
                -- Bob Marley, "Trenchtown Rock"

One pill makes you larger,              And if you go chasing rabbits
And one pill makes you small.           And you know you're going to fall.
And the ones that mother gives you,     Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Don't do anything at all.               Has given you the call.
Go ask Alice                            Call Alice
When she's ten feet tall.               When she was just small.

When men on the chessboard              When logic and proportion
Get up and tell you where to go.        Have fallen sloppy dead,
And you've just had some kind of        And the White Knight is talking
        mushroom                                backwards
And your mind is moving low.            And the Red Queen's lost her head
Go ask Alice                            Remember what the dormouse said:
I think she'll know.                            Feed your head.
                                                Feed your head.
                                                Feed your head.
                -- Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit"

One reason why George Washington
Is held in such veneration:
He never blamed his problems
On the former Administration.
                -- George O. Ludcke

One thing about the past.
It's likely to last.
                -- Ogden Nash

One toke over the line, sweet Mary,
One toke over the line,
Sittin' downtown in a railway station,
One toke over the line.
Waitin' for the train that goes home,
Hopin' that the train is on time,
Sittin' downtown in a railway station,
One toke over the line.

Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.
                -- Antony and Cleopatra

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of thee.
                -- Tennyson

Our sires' age was worse that our grandsires'.
We their sons are more worthless than they:
so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt.
                -- Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace)

Parsley
         is gharsley.
                -- Ogden Nash