He goes around it like a cat goes around hot mush.
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Chick Flicks, Just Won't, Get It.
You would probably have to put hot coals under my feet...
To drag my butt, into the sneak peek, of a chick flick.
I am a romantic, but spare me the gushing muck...
No such mush for me, not that mush, would I wish to see.
Not even if the admittance-were free...
Let me be, let me be.
Action is where I'm at....
Not viewing a film about a talking, baby, dog, or cat.
Comedy will move my feet...
That type of film, will be my treat.
Romantic mush...
Won't make me gush.
Only action...
Will get my feet like, attraction.
poem by Michael Gale
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Policeman G.
To Policeman G. the Inspector said:
"When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head;
If you took a wager, that would be a sin;
So you'll earn no stripes if you run them in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
To the House Committee, the Inspector said:
"'Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread,
For they bet on the steeple, and they bet on the Cup,
And the magistrates won't lock them up."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
But Policeman G., as he walks his beat,
Where ghe gamblers are -- up and down the street --
Says he: "What's the use to be talkin' rot --
If they'd make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!"
With my ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"But, begad if you start to suppress the 'shop',
Then the divil only knows where you're going to stop;
For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din,
If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in."
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"Though ye must not box -- nor shpit -- nor bet,
I'll find my way out to Randwick yet;
For I'm shtandin' a pound -- and it's no disgrace --
On Paddy Nolan's horse -- for the Steeplechase!"
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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I Only Have Eyes For You
How glad the many millions
Of Timothys and Williams
Would be, to capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I shall never, never know
It's not that you're attractive
But oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and nighttime, hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with such emotion
Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Sundown
Your the pearl in the quicksand
You sink without a sound
Im the girl with the tiny hands
Planted underground
Your the dream, Im the dreamer
In the dream your still around
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
Your the bleach
When everything went black
The relief I found
Your the sliver of hope in my lap
Your soft, warm, round
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Goodnite moon
Goodnite mush
Goodnite ladies saying hush!
Goodnite moon
Goodnite mush
Goodnite ladies saying hush!
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Ive Got A Crush On You
How glad the many millions of timothys and williams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence,
You wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
Youre my big and brave and handsome romeo
How I won you, I shall never, never know
Its not that youre attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
Ive got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time,
Hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
cause Ive got a crush, my baby, on you
(instrumental break)
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
cause Ive got a crush, my baby, on you
Yes, Ive got a crush, my baby, on you
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Romance is mush, stifling those who strive.
quote by Billy Strayhorn
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Honey In My Oatmeal
Porridge fairy tail mush
runs a dog yet you eat it.
poem by Is It Poetry
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He whose mouth was once burned by hot mush, blows even at sour milk.
The surprising thing about fatherhood was finding my inner mush. Now I want to share it with the world.
quote by Christopher Meloni
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Knowledge like timber shouldn't be mush use till they are seasoned.
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Crossfire
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
It seems to me a nightmare becomes reality
The last days of the paradise are gone for you and me
Were living in the crossfire
And well be killed at first
Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world
Understand that we dont wanna fight
Understand that we are mush too young to die
Understand no one will survive
Understand that we love our life
Can I trust the meaning of the life line in my hand
Which is as long as exciting hundred years
I could be a lucky man
But Im living in the crossfire
Of a time that starts to burn
Why cannot people that we made the leaders of the world
Understand that we dont wanna fight
Understand that we are mush too young to die
Understand no one will survive
Understand that we love our life
song performed by by Scorpions
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The Cantaloupe
One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another's green, another's mush.
I'd buy a lot more cantaloupe
If I possessed a fluoroscope.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Funky Stuff
I promise not to let,
The left step go...
Not too far to the left.
Or be bothered by right at all.
I promise not to let,
The left step go...
Not too far to the left.
Or be bothered by right at all.
I promise not to let,
The left step go...
Not too far to the left.
Or be bothered by right at all.
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
No matter who it is I crush.
Or whose life is turned into mush.
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
No matter who it is I crush.
Or whose life I turn into mush.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
No matter who it is I crush.
Or whose life I turn into mush.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
I promise not to let,
The left step go...
Not too far to the left.
Or be bothered by right at all.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
No matter who it is I crush.
Or whose life I turn into mush.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
No matter who it is I crush.
Or whose life I turn into mush.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
Of that funky stuff,
I can't get enough!
No matter who is crush.
I promise not to let,
The left step go...
Not too far to the left.
Or be bothered by right at all.
I can't get enough,
Of that funky stuff.
I'd like a life that glides...
Free and easy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liquor
My baby did a low down dirty thang
My baby turned my mind to mush
She took my liquor
Left me the can to crush
My baby did a low down dirty thang
She had the gangster lean
Lookin' a little flushed
She took my liquor
Left me the can to crush
My baby did a low down dirty thang
My baby turned my mind to mush
She took my liquor
Left me the can to crush
My baby did that low down dirty thang
My baby workin' gangster lean
Lookin' flush
Bitch took my liquor
And left me the motha.... can to crush
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Seeking Any Man to Slush
She wanted to give me a reason,
To sit in swill with her.
But I did not wish to deprive,
Any comfort she had sitting and sliding!
And besides...
I am not into pork.
Or anything alive that oinks!
I must have annoyed her!
She snorted her snout...
And I happily left!
Leaving her,
Seeking any man to slush...
In the mush she lusted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bought And Sold
Bought and sold.
Bought,
And sold.
Bought and sold...
As if no feelings I keep.
But deep inside I'm touched.
Nothing here is cheaply rushed.
Bought and sold...
On what to me has been told.
Not me I'm not of mush.
Nor easily crushed to dust.
Excesses on the cheapness of life,
Has made a weakness increase...
And,
Bought and sold.
Bought,
And sold.
Bought and sold.
Too many given anything.
Just to say they've gotten a piece,
To be...
Bought and sold.
Bought and sold...
On what to me has been told.
Not me I'm not of mush.
Nor easily crushed to dust.
Bought and sold...
As if no feelings I keep.
But deep inside I'm touched.
Nothing here is cheaply rushed.
Too many people take for granted and accept too easily.
To be sold,
On what they're told.
Too many people take for granted and accept too easily.
Bought and sold,
On what they're told.
Too many people take for granted and accept too easily.
To be sold,
On what they're told.
Bought and sold,
On what they're told.
Just...
To sell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter mush. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order.
quote by Robert Jackson
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My Bear
I never killed a bear because
I always thought them critters was
So kindo' cute;
Though round my shack they often came,
I'd raise my rifle and take aim,
But couldn't shoot.
Yet there was one full six-feet tall
Who came each night and gobbled all
The grub in sight;
On my pet garden truck he'd feast,
Until I thought I must at least
Give him a fight.
I put some corn mush in a pan;
He lapped it swiftly down and ran
With bruin glee;
A second day I did the same,
Again with eagerness he came
To gulp and flee.
The third day I mixed up a cross
Of mustard and tobasco sauce,
And ginger too,
Well spiced with pepper of cayenne,
Topped it with treacled mush, and then
Set out the brew.
He was a huge and husky chap;
I saw him shamble to the trap,
The dawn was dim.
He squatted down on his behind,
And through the cheese-cloth window-blind
I peeked at him.
I never saw a bear so glad;
A look of joy seraphic had
His visage brown;
He slavered, and without suspish-
- Ion hugged that horrid dish,
And swilled it down.
Just for a moment he was still,
Then he erupted loud and shrill
With frantic yell;
The picket fence he tried to vault;
He turned a double somersault,
And ran like hell.
I saw him leap into the lake,
As if a thirst of fire to slake,
And thrash up foam;
And then he sped along the shore,
And beat his breast with raucous roar,
And made for home.
I guess he told the folks back there
My homestead was taboo for bear
For since that day,
Although my pumpkins star the ground,
No other bear has come around,
Nor trace of bruin have I found,
- Well, let me pray!
poem by Robert William Service
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Who Are the Embarrassed Ones
We had a special spark inside
Liquid fire spurs our souls
A moment of pure passion
Deep under the silver moonlight
We cover all the basis of mush
A whole grouping of love
In every part of ourselves
We seductively brought together
All moments of sexuality
Until it is known we are not alone
And we see the gathering here
Curiosity maybe at our lust
And full passion we did display
Now who are the embarrassed ones
For they don’t tarry when the lights are on
poem by Russell Sivey
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