Thursday, January 25, 2007

My response to the fazed one and his non love of poetry

There once was a girl who was on the right track
Except for the golus which near made her crack
A nightmare so dense, opposites now the same
She 'troduces herself different-but whats in a name?

Many are confused, want answers please
Some, to grow; some to shoot the breeze
I'll let you in, feel bad you're in the dark
And I'll clarify my inyan of fire and spark
It began with a joke between people three
Then dripped onto my blog, as you can see

Electricity knocked out by a hurricane's the case
So we kidded that she now lives in a CAVE thats DARK and DANK for she put candles all around so she can see with the light and if you haven't noticed, this last post goes against my 'al tishali oti' and doesn't leave u unanswered and confused...in the race. (woops!)

8 comments:

Name said...

Ur the best!

'cept now I'm still thinking, I'm not yet convinced,
You answers are washed over, tumbled and rinsed,
I get why the candles were lit in your "cave"
And how that caffeine makes you spew, rant and rave*,

But suddenly when you gave in and you spoke,
Your new sign-off's holding my brain in a choke,
"Voips" did she say? Like, a word that's not real?
Maybe it's better I put down my heel:
I'm really impressed by your mind and its quirks,
and I'd rather not turn into one of those jerks,
It really intrigues me, I wonder "how come?"
Are these words just made up? Am I simply dumb?

Yup, I'm still typing, still rhyming, heading for naught,
I don't know why I can't stop, Perhaps I've been taught,
that the more said the better but surely that's wrong,
More words only make sure the poem's more long.

Whew... Um...... I'll be back

the sabra said...

(name-i hope that came out ok...the formattin got a bit messed up so i kinda had to do my own 'spacing' on the comment. if it appears as you have typed it, good.)

it said...

K, I was all confused, I posted but it didn't show up so I decided to cry, cuz, u know, I posted and it didn't show up...
But then I didn't. I mean, why should I cry? Cuz I posted and it didn't show up? No!
So thankfully I had skimmed through the poem before posting and was able to reconstruct it from memory as best I can...
Then I gave someone directions on the phone for 22 minutes...
Then I saw you reposted it, but I'm adding this anyway:
___________________

Ur the best!

But now I'm still thinking, I'm not yet convinced,
Your answers seem washed over, tumbled and rinsed,
I get why your candles were lit in your "cave"
And how "special caffeine" makes you spew, rant and rave,
But now that you finally gave in and spoke,
your new sign-off's holding my brain in a choke,
"Voips" did she say?
like a word that's not real?
I think it's about time I put down my heel:
I'm really impressed with your mind and it's quirks -
I don't want to be one of blogworld's mean jerks -
How do you think of these; where are they from?
These aren't real words, or am I simply dumb?

Yup, I'm still typing, still rhyming for naught,
maybe i once was in school and was taught,
the more words, the better, but surely that's wrong,
more words just makes sure that the poem's more long.

In honesty, thanks for explaining the facts,
Keep Voiping and Stunting and Training those Tracks.

the sabra said...

Please do not offer poems so long
It brings out my inner rhyming and that's simply wrong
Cuz contrary to whatever you may have been taught-
Rhyming takes real and creates play and naught.

Now you sure aint the first to read and feel dumb,
Listen and you'll understand just 'how come'
No tolerance I possess towards those I feel jerks
Simply the folks who can't keep up with my quirks
So, to the extreme from head down to heel,
I write as i am deep inside, how I'm real
Before you go teary and start to near choke,
Lemme explain the voip of which i spoke

There is a system bout which many rave,
Useful for those w/o phones (like in a cave)
Voipstunt's the name and im not rhyming this last line cuz im in charge over here

. (a pintele yid) said...

Oh Em Gee!
I was thinking "Voice-Over-IP? Nah, why would she reference that?"

the sabra said...

yknow, takkeh im rather nifty in the poem/cloning/rhyming department.

and to the modeh ani-never sidestimate the reference randomness of the sabra.

the sabra said...

good memories, good memories.
i can't believe i spelled 'you're' incorrectly though. ouch.

the sabra said...

And I'm still smiling at our talent. We were good. (I was better)