This is a homage to everything random...
Everything boosh and everything woosh,
Everything is so win we have a total fandom.
100% win actually, tis a fact.
So what ho, here we go!
I found the cat and now it's sacked,
So off we go with the flow.
Now the cat's out of the bag...
Where had it gone?
It's turned my clothes to rags,
The sack just seemed to turn it on...
Horny cats and bats on crack,
Just get a broom and give em a whack!
Nobody knows what they don't know...
...or even know they know that they know they don't know,
what they think they know about knowing what they don't know.
Yesh.
Itsa mess.
Farfetched vergezocht...
Luminous spaghetti, on my tv.
It really gets hot...
When it's time for tea.
You're starting to groan,
As my voice seems to drone...
On, and on..and on, and on.
These rhymes, you say,
Have no sense, no pattern, no forseeable rhyme scheme!
Well you see, things ain't always what they seem...
It has a pattern, a scheme, a hidden sense,
Though you should take it for sheer nonsense.
Shame on you! Insanity is sanity,
For you to be so petty...
Are we not all mad?
Following the fad?
But tis true, this poem is hell,
Till we give it more cowbell!
Moo-a-ding-a-ding-dong!
Everybody sing along!
The fishes fly tonight,
The whales are taking flight...
Alert the internets! The interwebs!
Sweet August doth appear!
The Summer hols are near
and far...so far it seems...
Like August was but dreams...
And now things seem out of hand,
Like some faraway land,
Ich bin confused,
Je suis confused,
I am confuzzled.
Most puzzled.
Like rock-paper-scissors,
Just slightly more tacky,
Aller aller, les poissons, ils sont wacky!
This is your evening's weather forecast...
Coming in from the east, a slight covering of darker cloud - it shoudln't last.
As you can see here this means temperatures will be up and down,
Confusion here and there, in fact all around.
Resulting in a high pressure patch of meh and bleh, or more specifically:
Neuf-trois croissants, deluge de poissons!
So pack your brolley, get off your trolley.
Into the sunset fly the fish.
Happy not to be on your dish.
Speaking of food, I'm hungry.
Would write more, but I'm hungry.
So I'm off, twas fun.
And utterly random.
Pigs can fly, if you feed them rocket fuel.
Fact.
Bang! And the pig is gone.
As am I. Cuz I'm hungry.
No seriously, I am.
Mmm...chicken.
Did it cross the road?
Only one way to find out...
Satellite surveillance! Yes, it's all about.
With high resolution doubt incorporated.
Fear the over-rated.
Embrace the darker side...
We have cookies. Mmm.
Cookies. Mmmmm.
Nyam nyam nyam.
Meeheehee!
xD
That reminds me, food. I'm hungry.
And need an ice tea.
Or a nice tea.
Or better yet, a Nestea Icetea Light Peach.
Ohhh, yeah.
So bye now.
Ciao! (;