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Array ( [sid] => 180413 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Well Once Too Much [time] => 2015-01-29 17:12:03 [hometext] => I'm guilty [bodytext] => That idea was great at first
So why not try it again
I should have believed"early ripe, early rot"
Now the grease is stuck to the frying pan

I just can't muster the strength to meet her
So I'll once again go to beer, then liquor
That might have worked the first time
Now the commode is the only thing that is mine

I saw this trick on Dukes of Hazard
When they floored the General Lee, then slammed it in reverse
Heck, now this car has so much damage
Hum, mom always keeps her credit card in her purse

I have to grab that slingshot again
And launch another water balloon
I don't understand how I first hit the bullseye
And now I look like a complete buffoon

You might get lucky at first on a hunch
Sooner or later
You go to the well once too much [comments] => 2 [counter] => 136 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Beyfoxman5 [notes] => Edited per request ~ Moderator_18 Jan 29, 2015 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Well Once Too Much

Contributed by Beyfoxman5 on Thursday, 29th January 2015 @ 05:12:03 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

That idea was great at first
So why not try it again
I should have believed"early ripe, early rot"
Now the grease is stuck to the frying pan

I just can't muster the strength to meet her
So I'll once again go to beer, then liquor
That might have worked the first time
Now the commode is the only thing that is mine

I saw this trick on Dukes of Hazard
When they floored the General Lee, then slammed it in reverse
Heck, now this car has so much damage
Hum, mom always keeps her credit card in her purse

I have to grab that slingshot again
And launch another water balloon
I don't understand how I first hit the bullseye
And now I look like a complete buffoon

You might get lucky at first on a hunch
Sooner or later
You go to the well once too much

Copyright Â© Beyfoxman5 ... [ 2015-01-29 17:12:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Well Once Too Much (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Friday, 6th February 2015 @ 04:46:48 PM AEST
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LOVE THIS, brilliant makes me think of these lyrics

Cos' you were never empty
And we've been here before
Yes, we've been here before

But now there's always plenty
Yet still we ask for more
Singing fever to the form
---------------------------------------------
nick mulvey fever to the form song lyrics

So Whether music or madness
Live by one of the two
By one of the two

Go on, fill your heart up with gladness
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too soon

Should we ration the reasons
To the charts that ignore
Of this I've never been sure

So I will follow the feeling
And sing fever to the form
Oh my fever to the form

Fever to the form
Fever to the form

Cos' the very thing you're afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean but unclear
Clean but unclear

Is the dirt that you're made, you're made of
And that's nothing to fear
No, it's nothing my dear

How did I know what you're thinking
Maybe I thought it before

Maybe that's why I'm at your window
Hear me at your door
Singing give me some more

Oh fever to the form
Won't you hear me at your door
Singing give me some more

Cos' you were never empty
And we've been here before
Yes, we've been here before

But now there's always plenty
Yet still we ask for more
Singing fever to the form

I'm through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;
methinks I shall absent me for a while
from rhetoric of these rococo queens.
Item : chuck out royal rigmarole of props
and auction off each rare white-rabbit verb;
send my muse Alice packing with gaudy scraps
of mushroom simile and gryphon garb.

My native sleight-of-hand is wearing out :
mad hatter's hat yields no new metaphor,
and jabberwock will not translate his songs :
it's time to vanish like the cheshire cat
alone to that authentic island where
cabbages are cabbages; kings : kings.

Re: Well Once Too Much (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Friday, 6th February 2015 @ 04:53:48 PM AEST
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I think that the line
to the charts that ignore
has meant to say
choose a child to ignore
of this ive never been sure
but ironically
ive never been sure,lol x

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