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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Pillow Fighting Part 3
[time] => 2003-05-06 10:35:00
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[bodytext] => Imagination brings us back again
And this time I promise that we will win The ultra pillow fight is tonight Dark and dreamy, waiting for the perfect fight We’re sneaking and creeping along Big boys pimpin’ with a song Chief, Chris, and Caleb split one way T.R., JD, Josh, Justin, I and another In the dark a whispered,”Oh, Brother!” Blair was being used as bait To save or leave him was still to debate Oh, well, we thought, who cares about Blair He’s just an old man who still had his hair We charged with a cry, “The Lord beat thy hide!” To our surprise Blair was beating us down This old man made us look a clown Caleb still unstable from his last wound One hit to the head and he started to swoon We had been trapped yet once again But like I said this time we win JD was swinging left and right He was the best in this fight When he tried to help our fallen fellow The preacher Jon knocked him out after saying hello This man was loaded with dodge balls All our men were taking falls Reinforcements converged onto the battlefield Pillows and bodies used as shields We smote them down with our speed and graces We had played one of our aces The enemy had backup of course And they came on many a horse Chief had a plan with force We dressed up Caleb as a horse He looked like a miniature Mr. Ed Only he was missing the brains in his head The evil horses tuck-tail and ran We found out why when the stench “hit the fan” Something had let go the “Big One” And our noses agreed that this was not fun The enemy looked slightly dazed Some weren’t even fazed We smelled the stank But there was something familiar to that rank A shadow rose from the mist Looking P.O.ed as he raised his fist It was the size of three men With a combo anger of a woman and a mother hen A flash of lightning showed the face of the creature And it showed not a happy feature Then we realized who it was No one but Spanky, our primate cus’ It all went down hill after that All because someone called Spanky fat The Spankster beat them down to the ground So far that they can’t be found T.R. was proud of his friend But what did I tell you We won in the end [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 25 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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