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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spring has sprung. (and I'm hung over)
[time] => 2007-04-18 17:59:58
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Spring has sprung! So I spang my dang ankle, and lost the spring in my step. I don't know if Jesus wept. and I didn't right then. But I sure did when I sprung it again. I guess I got the hang of how to sprang the dang thang! Oh the pain. In my leg's flarin' up again. It's filling my brain. So I bought me a keg To take my mind off that leg. That I couldn't take my mind off of. To take my mind away from the fact, and another fact, that twice that day I had sprang and sprung and lost the sping in my step. Also that once I wept. And once I wiped the tears, I started pounding down beers. I was slamming brews, and began to confuse my drunken thoughts with thoughts I thunk. I even thunk I was drunk. Until I unthunk it. As for the keg. Yep! I'm the one drunk it. And all the beers I thought or thunk I drunk. Forgettin all about the ankle, an the whole keg I had drankle. Just a drinkie doodle do. and a yankle doodle do to you too. And the more I was a drinking the more a buzz my thinking was. Which impaired my drinking and my thinking ability. I was a sight to see! But no one saw me Or, if they did, they must of hid. 'Cause I never seen who they was or who was with 'em. Or if it was them. Was it her? Or was it him? Not him again! No. That's just me I see. Looking back at me I see. From over there in the mirror. If I was closer I could see me clearer. He isn't getting closer is he? I'm getting dizzy, Ohh! This dizzy is a doozy! I got busy with the boozy Hey you! Is that you or me that I see? Was that it? Is you who I think I was? How does he do what he does? He does, does he? How does what he does with who that was that he does or was that some one else? How does that make you feel? Hey! The room's starting to reel. And I feel like I don't feel good. I think I should just stay on the floor. Hey! How come there no more pain in my ankle? I guess the drinkle I drankle unsprung that dang dung sprang I sprung in my unspringy ankle. my consciousness was sinking below the horizon. Along with my thinking I thought it surprising that the pain was gone. And so was the beer. Along with my ability to see and hear. But that's alright. With no one in sight or sound, of where I had fallen on the ground. So, I had another drankle of that drinkle for my ankle. And I would really like to thankle you for what you wrote. About the dinkle doodle doo. That had some drinky poodle too. Toodle loo! According to you. Or was that me. Anyway I disagree with what I'm saying. What was that exacly? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 7 [informant] => rhymeandreason [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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