Juliet, where art thou?
farting
is such
a sweet
Zorro!
ken lee
ken lee
ken lee
without
yo.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War Baby Son Of Zorro
Hes a war baby son of zorro
Hes a war baby son of zorro
War baby
Been through momma, the bomb and nam
Hes a war, hes a war
Hes a war
Hes a war baby
Hes a worn baby, born in 45
Hes a torn baby, but hes still alive
Ate puffed wheat, x-rayed his feet
Scared baby, aint in the atomic age
War baby
Water ice, sleeveless fights, despot, I know, yes, I know
Angel eyes, simoniz, yes, I know
Hes a scared baby, afraid of a plane
Hid under his desk in a hundred air raids, scared baby
Dug in dirt, watched wyatt earp, in the atomic age
Led three lives, commie spies, holy joe, holy joe
Go marines, cloverine, yes, I know, yes, I know
Hes a war baby son of zorro
Hes a war baby son of zorro
War baby
Been through momma, the bomb and nam
Hes a war, hes a war
Hes a war
Hes a war baby
Hes a war, hes a war baby
Hes a war, a war baby.
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Zorro's Face
it was the mask
that you identify Zorro with
his whip and his black cape
his swiftness with his sword and
his faithful horse
me too
i have sometimes mistaken
the face of sorrow
with the mask of Zorro
the whip and blackness of his capes
and his faithful horse
his wars and losses as mere metaphors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Zorro's Ascent
Zorro lies dying
In the Spanish sun
All the women crying,
Especially the pretty ones
He drew his sword...
They came with guns
Stealing is stealing,
I've done lots of that
Now reach into my pocket, padre
Hide this gold pouch in your hat
And let the skinny peons
Feed upon the fat
It was liberated
From some aristocrat, eh?
So pray for him father,
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
Yes, I am the fox
And I go where I want
Padre, don't it seem
Hundred years ago
Before I donned the mask
I'm Don Diego
Now there's only minutes left
For the cunning El Zorro
Go fetch my sword... my horse
I'll ride out death Diablo
So pray for him father,
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
I am the fox
And I go where I want
Death you're running closer
And I can't keep this pace
Sir, I'm disadvantaged
And should I lose this race
Hand to me your deadliest wine
I'll give you back a taste
Before you burn your mark on me
I'll carve mine in your face
So pray for him, father
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
When Satan annoys me
Then heaven employs me
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want to go
El Zorro
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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My trumpeting sounds like a goose farting in the fog.
quote by Alex O'Loughlin
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Who dies threatening will be buried with farting.
The ill wind that blows is probably your mother-in-law farting.
It's a character that I always found really likable. I'm fond of Zorro because he was a popular figure who worked for the people.
quote by Antonio Banderas
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If your motive is good, a farting donkey won't harm you.
After Zorro, people spoke Spanish to me for ages. I'm Welsh but that movie instantly gave me a new ethnicity.
quote by Catherine Zeta-Jones
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Image is everything - André Aga
The image lacks elegance
It is neither nice nor refined
Certainly not politically correctified
I don't even know if it's physically possible
But ya' know, with my verse, these damn poems
Sometimes
I really feel like a duck farting in water
With severe reservations regarding odour
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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Surprise, Surprise
Sweet as the smell of success
Her body's warm and wet
She gets me through this god awful lonliness
A natural high butterfly oh i,
I need, need, need her
Just like a willow tree
A breath of spring you see
And oh boy you don't know what she do to me
She makes me sweat and forget who i am
I need, need, need, need her
Well i was wondering how long this could go on, on and on
Well i thought i could never be surprised
But could it be that i bit my own tongue
Oh yeah, it's so hard to swallow when you're wrong
A bird of paradise
The sunrise in her eyes
God only knows such a sweet surprise
I was blind she blew my mind think that i
I love, love, love, love, love her
I love her, i love her, i love her, i love her
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
song performed by by Lennon John
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Zen
and then he
asked about all these things:
must you
have heard about the
ten deaf
dwarfs of
the islands of Acidophiles?
the sound of one hand
clapping on the
hills of
Pedophilisimones?
in his innocence he
prostrates himself upon the ground
and listens
to the ears of the earth
the hands of some roots
buried underneath
it is Zen
and the doZen
and the
froZen moments of
ZenO
He shakes his head
rising up and that is what happens
when he finally gets
his much deserved
Zero, the illegitimate brother
of Zorro.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet Freedom
As you look around you
Do you like what you see?
Though it sometimes
Makes you lonely
Do you like being free?
And are you sure youll be okay
Without my company?
I just want you to be happy
Even if its not with me
Sweet sweet freedom
Sweet sweet sweet
Will the line between all this
And my love ever meet
Sweet sweet freedom
Sweet sweet sweet
What Im really tryin to say
Is that I will be around
Should you find that after all
You cant get by
With what you found
Oh, it wasnt just my heart you took
And gently tossed into the sea
Though its hard to find
The words I need -
I guess it was me
Will the line between all this
And my love ever gonna meet
Sweet sweet freedom
Sweet sweet sweet
Oh sweet, oh sweet sweet freedom
So sweet, so sweet
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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I Am In Love
Sweet is your style
Sweet is your smile
Sweet is your face
Sweet is your dress
Sweet is your voice
Sweet is your choice
Sweet is your glance
Sweet is your dance
Sweet is your laugh
I am in love!
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Boast of Sven Bloodaxe
Have you ever made love to a paralized goat?
Have you ever had Jesus right by the throat?
Have you ever had sex with a crucified cat?
Whatever you've done, I've done more than that! !
I've lived in a sewer and eaten my fill
Of a whole lot of things that would make you feel ill,
I've gone for a walk and stepped in a turd
And swallowed it whole and even a third!
You may think me foolish, you may think me proud,
But I'll answer your protests by farting out loud,
And though you deny I'm a likeable chap,
I couldn't care less 'cos I'm having a crap! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Farting cartoons
If you dont watch...t.v.then change the channel.
Ask your kids they know every farting sound
these cartoons, seem to make.
South park poo's my gold I never take...lol....
wafty clouds the ordered ode rs colored vibrant masks
of chocolate truth and dare
seems to be the daily average care the joys akin..
Sitting couches comfy is no sin to bottoms up to spray the air.
Could it be there wholesome cheesy diets........
poem by by unknown author
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A Drunken Cow Hand
A Drunken Cow Hand
a drunken cow hand
is going home
in a pickup truck
with no shock absorbers
or whatever is left of them
he likes it that way
bouncing up and down
on the lone country road
as if riding
a demented horse
as if riding
an old demented horse
farting
backfiring
boom
bang
-Epiphany Magazine-
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Sweet Memories Of My Childhood Days
Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
Sweet tales of ages and places
Sweet memories of names and faces
Sweet whispering voices before dawn
Sweet ecstacies that linger on
Sweet glory of hard time overcome
Sweet hopeful days to come
Sweet cherished secret untold
Sweet tasted love of old
Sweet me, in most sweetest ways
Sweet undying memories of my childhood days! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Talking 'Bout Yo Momma
1, 2, 3, 4. talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... she's a whore bitch, gutter slut. likes to shove me up her butt. drives a pickle, wearing combat boots. while farting, she'll pick me up and give me a ride and drop me in front of the show. oh no, talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom...
song performed by by NOFX
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