her big pants
as she walks
tinkle, tinkle, tinkling coins
quote by by John Tiong Chunghoo
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TINKLE, TINKLE LITTLE CAR
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.
Leaking oil every day
Having it your own way.
Going up hills real slow
I don't want you any mo'.
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
Boy, what a lemon you are.
poem by Namratha Jyothi
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Money Wordle Coin
G G joint to join
Ahoohoy oh let us ride
Smoking pots of other sweat’s treasure
For our own l-l-l-leasure
For our own p-p-p-pleasure
Money wordle coin
Tinkle tinkle oh little star
Tinkle tinkle sweat scar
Ridden 2 far 2 far
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Wink Blink nd Twinkle
Tinkle, tinkle
Twinkle, twinkle
Delightful
Sound and sight
Tinkling laughter
Twinkling eyes
Winking and blinking
Light up our skies
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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The Harper
Like a drift of faded blossoms
Caught in a slanting rain,
His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp
In a tremulous refrain:
Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip!
Ah! but the chords were rainy sweet!
And I closed my eyes and I bit my lip,
As he played there in the street.
Patter, and drip, and tinkle!
And there was the little bed
In the corner of the garret,
And the rafters overhead!
And there was the little window --
Tinkle, and drip, and drip!--
The rain above, and a mother's love,
And God's companionship!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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April Tunes
(To the tune of: April Showers)
Though April showers may come your way,
I will not plagiarize any more today.
So if you're looking for familiar,
Just open your mouth and say,
I will not steal from others, till May!
(To the tune: 3 Blind Mice)
April is nice. April is nice.
I had to say it twice. I had to say it twice.
If you sing along please please do it right.
Don't sing out of tune any day or night.
If you do I will punch out your light.
April is nice. Now I've said it thrice.
(To The Tune: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart,
Please lift the seat wherever you are.
If you use a urinal this April dude,
Please stand closer than six foot two.
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart.
You must sit down if you let a fart.
(To The Tune: Row Row Row Your Boat)
Blow blow blow your nose,
April allergies can be mean.
You better pay attention if
The mucus is red or green.
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Memory of April
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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The Man With The Bag
The man with the bag
Written by dudley a. brooks, hal stanley, and irving taylor
Oh mr. kringle, is soon gonna jingle,
(old, not oh)
The bells thatll tinkle all your troubles away
(tingle, not tinkle)
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag,
cause christmas is comin again.
Hes got a sleighfull, thats not gonna stay-full
(sleighful, not sleighfull)
Hes got stuff to drop at every stop on the way
Of the way, not on the way
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag,
cause christmas is comin again.
(christmas, not christmas)
Hell be here,
With the answers to the prayers that you made through the year
(answer, not answers)
Youll get yours
If youve done everything you should, extra-special good.
Hell make this december, the one youll remember,
The best and the merriest you ever did have
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag
Christmas is here again!
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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I love Tinkle, it's really the most fun I've had in years.
quote by David Cross
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neighbour's chopin
the tinkle of my spoon
against the tea cup
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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haiku
a crystal clear tinkle
in the mind
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Starving to please
Far, you please her eyes.
Near, you please her ears.
Away, you fill her thoughts.
With her, you tinkle her passion.
Over her, you comfort her.
No returns.
To please a woman is to please the self.
03.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well, I have since seen you at Tinkle. It's a comedy show started by David Cross, me and Jon Benjamin. It features a wide variety of acts for all tastes and seasons.
quote by Todd Barry
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Waterfront Solitude
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Less than a bell's tinkle
fainter than a whistle
stars in the sky twinkle
your breath a hushed whisper
O the tiniest sparkle
dapple on glassy water
far from distant heckles
my soul freed from shackles
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Peal Of Bells
Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
Ring the silver bell.
All my lamps burn scented oil,
Hung on laden orange-trees,
Whose shadowed foliage is the foil
To golden lamps and oranges.
Heap my golden plates with fruit,
Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe;
Strike the bells and breathe the pipe;
Shut out showers from summer hours—
Silence that complaining lute—
Shut out thinking, shut out pain,
From hours that cannot come again.
Strike the bells solemnly,
Ding dong deep:
My friend is passing to his bed,
Fast asleep;
There's plaited linen round his head,
While foremost go his feet—
His feet that cannot carry him.
My feast's a show, my lights are dim;
Be still, your music is not sweet,—
There is no music more for him:
His lights are out, his feast is done;
His bowl that sparkled to the brim
Is drained, is broken, cannot hold;
My blood is chill, his blood is cold;
His death is full, and mine begun.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Bells
I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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That Light - That Sound
'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
In the stories I'm told
In the glitter of gold
In the habit of many a nun.'
'I've noticed that sound before, ' she said,
'In the tinkle of glass
In the whisper of grass
In the ring of an ambulance bell;
In the patter of rain
In a whimper of pain
In the secrets that children tell.'
18 May 1971
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Don't Laugh (I Love You)
and when the sun turns to snow
and the grass doesn't grow
don't laugh i love you
i could look outside my window every day
but you wouldn't be there to come out and play
don't laugh
ernest hemmingway would always be there 4 me
but now ernest hemmingway is dead
if i could get u back someday
don't u say you're going away
and if you licked (locked) me in the sun
to the tinkle i would run
i love you
song performed by by Ween
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Somehow, Somewhere
Somehow, Somewhere,
There lived a cow with a tinkle,
attached to neck, both mom and baby were well-fed,
till one day a lion came,
hungry one and took the baby under his custody,
Mom wept and cried,
Baby also,
But lion didn't agreed,
for he was hungry and his ruthlessness,
made mom and baby separated
poem by Suruchi Puri
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In Love With The Drink
I remember her clear blue eyes;
Her hair sleek, raven black.
I remember her laugh, a tinkle of bells,
As we danced the night away.
I remember when we walked, joyous,
As if on moonbeams along the river hand in hand.
That was before she fell in love with the drink,
And out of love with me.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Adolescent hormones…
I have a devil in my pants
With a three pronged lance
Look here? Look there?
Look everywhere?
The whores of Babylon
And the wenches of France
Are serving up a dance
In my pants, in my pants
In my pants,
Yet; my heart wants romance.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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