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[aid] => mick
[title] => Something about Diarrhea and Beans
[time] => 2006-07-20 13:22:15
[hometext] => For my Mother-in-law
[bodytext] => There once was a land only made of pizza. Everyone suffered from chronic diarrhea. The king sat upon his throne-- A silk toilet he had ordered sewn. No one fought, just sat on porcelain gods, Eating their surroundings and excreting back blobs. Casey, the ruler, with his genius solution, Watched all his subjects stationed in absolution. One day some trouble arose, A horrid smell filled their nose. It was the sprouts from the kingdom of beans! They wanted pizza gone by any means. Pelting pepperonis, the Pizza-lovers defended, Not wanting their peace to come unmended. Those warrior bean-mongers shot baked bullets, Long green stalks set fire to their mullets. The enemy, Miss Paula, with her beany little eyes, Told the pizza men she'd keep fighting till she dies. The brown magical fruits into the diarrhea crept, Blending in to get inside as the peace-loving gals wept. Casey begged Paula as his minions turned pale, Their love of pizza was beginning to run stale. No longer is there a pizza land, Paula took it all. Everyone became bean-needy and strict as a wall. There was no more fun or laughter around, No more birds sang in their diarrhea mound. Casey was imprisoned by the Mexicans in a cell, Missing the good times when everyone was well. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 361 [topic] => 7 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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