Solutions
There's a gaseous solution in my tummy
a mixture full of water and hot air.
A scientist might find that kind of funny
but a trial that he wouldn't care to share.
poem by Ruth Walters
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It's Kind of Funny
It's kind of funny how those who want life get it taken away,
while those who loathe it wander around.
Almost as if a waste.
It's kind of funny how those who try to do right get it spit back in their face.
The bad walk among us as if to be common people.
They, they get your respect.
It's kind of funny the people you love, they're usually the fall of you.
They say they're there for you but always somehow make you feel worthless.
It's kind of funny how everything can end so fast.
Everything can just disappear.
It's kind of funny how I wish I never met you.
I wish I could tell you.
I wish we could be.
And I wish that everything wasn't so funny and that everything could be what it is.
It's kind of funny how me and you,
we don't matter.
What I say and do will always be funny to you.
It's no longer funny.
poem by Elina Fields
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I'm Funny
I am fuuny
thats who am i
I am funny
Make u laugh n cry
I am funny
Do funny things
I am funny
I like to play with strings
I am funny
And i don't care
I look funny in my underwear
It's funny that im funny
Thats what i like to be
So lets be funny together
Be funny like me
Consideration (Thought)
Its funny how people always tend to trip over there own feet.
Its funny how they can run into a sign, while walking down a street.
Its funny how putting mentos in your friends cola makes it foam.
Its funny how on Halloween you can go and T.P. someone's home.
Its funny how people jump when someone yells 'SURPRISE! '.
Its funny how many truths are backed upon lies.
There are a lot of 'funny' things people can do, but i bet they aren't as funny when people do them to you.
Care about others.
Think before you do.
And you will find out life,
will be much more fun, and enjoyable for you.
poem by Poet of the River
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Isn't it Funny?
Isn't it Funny?
Isn't it funny, no one seems to care
I could count to twenty and still I wait to share
Isn't it strange, you just had to go
I arrange it in my mind and I still don't know
Will you come back, what is that you say
Just keep to myself and wait day after day
Isn't life funny, is life really fair?
My lonely heart is broken and does care
poem by Jamie Heatherton
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Commedy/funny
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
my tummy hurts
when i see u flirt
im wearing a shirt
pants without a belt
are you still reading this?
does it make sense to u?
no it doesnt
oh, how you thout it wud be
im so sorry my dear reader...
this aint funny
and thats what makes it funny...
dont hate caus i am the best....
too funny i cant continue..
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
have a good laugh..
poem by Marx Morris Twumasi
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Precipitation
(This comes from the wikipedia in a research made by my
Nephew, a high school dropout, who still has a year of
Thinking whether to go back to school or not, and he is no
Good writer, simply cutting and pasting this report as follows :)
In meteorology,
precipitation is any product of the condensation of atmospheric water vapor that is deposited on the earth's surface.
It occurs when the atmosphere (being a large gaseous solution)
becomes saturated with water vapour and the water condenses and falls out of solution (i.e., precipitates) .
Air becomes saturated via two processes,
cooling and
adding moisture.
Precipitation that reaches the surface of the earth can occur in many different forms, including
rain,
freezing rain,
drizzle,
snow, sleet,
and hail.
Virga is precipitation that begins falling to the earth but evaporates before reaching the surface.
Precipitation is a major component of the hydrologic cycle, and is responsible for depositing most of the fresh water on the planet.
Approximately 505,000 km³ of water falls as precipitation each year,398,000 km³ of it over the oceans.Given the Earth's surface area, that means the globally-averaged annual precipitation is about 1 m, and the average annual precipitation over oceans is about 1.1 m.
My nephew is a mediocre student
A moron who hates school
And I do not really mind
It is his matter of a find
He can have all his quick dives
And consume all his nine lives
Nine night lives of a cat
If he dies or gets into trouble
I remain his loyal uncle,
But so much so for that
I will not be talking about him
I will be talking about
The importance of precipitation
The factors of precipitation
The precipitating factors
Why my friend in the Hall of Justice
Swallowed a bottle of pesticide
In the comfort room
And he instantly died
Leaving a wife and five kids
Leaving the vacancy of an interpreter
Why did he ever do that?
Was his soul an atmosphere largely
A solution of bad memories of past gases
And becoming saturated with
All his present unacceptable gaseous
Solutions in his being
He has
Become saturated with a devilish vapour
And the foul liquids of his minds
Condense and fall out of solution
Precipitating into a giving mind
Surrendering like a hopeless enemy
Going towards enemy lines
Raising a white handkerchief
Here comes another loser
Here comes a surrenderee
Giving up
He becomes so saturated
And so he commits himself to such a simple term on which we call commonly call a
Suicide?
Could it be that denial is such a bad gas
And the precipitating factors of indifference
From those inhuman around him
Made him finally fall as
A dropping of another rain a precipitation which we shall now
Assign in such a very simple term as
Self-destruction.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Grade 9 English Project - What Makes Laughter So Funny?
People say there is nothing funnier then laughter
You can even chuckle some long hours after
You laugh at what is sometimes seen
You laugh at things you do not mean
Yet some where in all hilarity
In amongst that crazy parody
Will Someone please tell me, I’ll give you money
What makes laughter, so darn funny!
Why, when you laugh do people laugh too?
Laugh not at things you say or things you do
Its crazy how when nothing’s funny
People laugh and clutch their to tummy
Will anybody tell me? Wouldn’t you? please, sonny
What makes laughter so gosh darn funny!
Yes, What makes laughter so gosh darn FUNNY!
poem by Matt Rappolt
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Adria, Adria, Adria Why Are You So Funny?
adria moya, hmm you do not like your name to be written in the poem
the problem with me is that
i am hardheaded and i am the kind of boy who does what mother
does not like me to do
i am naughty and so here i am
in all my mischief
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hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha ha
do you see the train of hahahaha
come let us ride on it and forget the sad things of our lives
i will make another one the train of
tralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralal atralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralal atralalatralalatralala
it is the train of dance and laughter
come, come, come,
let us be there, what is the use of being what they want you to be?
the place is here and it must be a place of fun and laughter
and something so divine later.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Science
Ive been around the world, Im going around again
I got a new word up, gonna lay it on my friends
Im still too young, Ive got these emotions in my blood
But when I grow up, gonna be a scientist of love
Working on, love science
Got to know, love science
Show the world, love science
How to be a scientist of love
Tell my friends, love science
Take a chance, love science
Give it up, love science
Im a scientist of love
Feel the power, love science
Study hard, love science
Know the truth, love science
Be a scientist of love
Choose a plan, love science
Pick em up, put em down, love science
Bring it on home, love science
Got to be a scientist of love
Hey you!
Sometimes you get screwed up, and youre looking for a cure
But you dont want to see just another amateur
I know the kind of expert you must be thinking of
Go out and find yourself a scientist of love
Some say that loves a game, a random circumstance
Im not the type to leave that kind of thing to chance
You might sit back and wait, but Im taking off the gloves
Im gonna crack this case like a scientist of love
1, 2, 3!
If loves what we want, if loves what we need
Why cant we make love from suspicion and greed?
If loves what we want, if loves what we need
Why cant we make love?
Ive got no time to waste just waiting for the bus
This is the place, the space to get down and serious
School is in, the lab is open for research
I do declare that love is a walking, talking church
Ive got to quell the beast, be a credit to my sex
Ive got to give at least as much as I expect
Cant get no rest til I discover what I need
Gotta start somewhere, that why I believe, believe, believe
Believe the word, love science
Party down, love science
Thinking hard, love science
How to be a scientist of love
Place to place, love science
Hour to hour, love science
Cant hold back, love science
Got to be a scientist of love
Sexy girl, love science
Manish boy, love science
Take the course, love science
And be a scientist of love
In your face, love science
Outer space, love science
Heres a taste, love science
Got to be a scientist of love
If loves what we want, if loves what we need
Why cant we make love in a love factory?
If loves what we want, if loves what we need
Why cant we make love?
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Fun
My tummy is full
i look like a bull,
Weather is sunny
and i am so funny,
now the weather is rainy
and i got one penny,
so lets go out in rain
and then feel the pain.
poem by Beckhammition Shayan
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for Brigs...
when you grieve
for the wrong person
as you rushed
to the morgue and
cried immediately
on that covered body
of a bloated tummy
only to find that
it is not Bing but
someone
whose name
is strange to your
ear,
did you not tell
me that it
was funny?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Funny Thing
A funny thing to do
Is everyone like you
'Cause people seldom change
They all just stay the same
A funny htin to say
Suppose you're just that way
Although you're sure you're sure
There really is no cure
A funny kind of way
A funny kind of day
You're funny all the time
Do you want a piece of mine
Cause I've seen it all before
When you're closing all the doors
It's not funny anymore
A funny thing to do
Because the sky was blue
You ran away for good
Cause no one understood
The funny things you said
Because the sky was red
A funny kind of way
A funny kind of day
You're funny all the time
Do you want a piece of mine
Cause I've seen it all before
When you're closing all the doors
It's not funny anymore
A funny kind of way
A funny kind of day
You're funny all the time
Do you want a piece of mine
Cause I've seen it all before
When you're closing all the doors
It's not funny anymore
A funny thing to do
Is everyone like you
Cause people seldom change
They all just stay the same
song performed by by Travis from Good Feeling
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Let Me Share My Love With You
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you slippers so that you do not walk along barefooted.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me cloth you with the muse of love so that you do not walk around naked.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough food so that you do not go hungry.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me give you enough water so that you do not go thirsty.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take care of you under my shelter so that you do not become homeless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me share my money with you so that you do not become penniless.
Come, and let me share my love with you;
And, let me take you around the world so that you do not become loneliness.
For this life needs the positive values of the muse of love and,
I have enough to share with you in my humble abode of peace and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I think a good scene in a movie would be where one scientist tells another scientist, 'You know what will save the world You're holding it in your hand.' And the other scientist looks, and in his hand are peanuts. Then when he looks up, the first scientist is being taken away to the insane asylum.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Isn't It Funny
isn't it funny,
how the world likes to be?
isn't it funny,
how much you don't mean to me?
isn't it funny,
how much i care?
it really isn't funny,
when you're not there.
isn't it funny,
how we used to be?
isn't it interesting,
what you meant to me?
isn't it strange,
how we fell apart?
isn't it great,
we both miss our hearts?
one last thing,
before i throw this ring,
wasn't it funny...
to see what i'd do?
isn't it laughable,
how i still love you?
poem by RebeccaSaphira Black
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Our Search Is For True Happiness
Our search is for true happiness but such we cannot find
And such a gift if it exist not meant for human kind
For some this life is hard so hard a battle all the way
Their plate with food is seldom full they live from day to day.
And others with more than enough are not prepared to share
And for the hungry and the poor they spare no thought of care
They are possessed by demon greed their demon grow and grow
The more they have the more they want and unhappiness they know.
The more they have the more they want they live with grasping hand
And why wars and famines in the world not hard to understand
Too many die for want of food and too few seem to care
And a half a million become poor to make one millionaire.
And greed and the great need for power the scourge on human kind
And our search is for true happiness if such there is to find
And the distribution of wealth as ever seems unfair
And the hoarders far too many and the kind of heart too rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hes Funny That Way
Richard a. whiting / neil moret
Never had nothing
No one to care
Thats why I seem to have
More than my share
I ve got a man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
When I hurt his feelings
Once in a while
His only answer is one little smile
Ive got that man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
I can see no other way
And no better plan
End it all and let him go
To some better gal
But Im only human
A coward at best
Im more than certain
Hed follow me west
Though he loves to work
And slave for me everyday
Hed be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Hed be unhappy without me I know
Ive got that man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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That Yummy To The Tummy Done
Chasing to escape a common placement,
Is a taste one wishes to keep sweet.
Once the taste of achievement...
Stays to cling on a tongue,
With the licking of the lips done.
And that yummy to the tummy...
Has a difficult time for one to overcome.
When treated the first time,
No one thinks of addiction.
Or a thought that something would stick...
With a desire wished that solicits a wanting more of it!
Chasing to escape a common placement,
Is a taste one wishes to keep sweet.
Once the taste of achievement...
Stays to cling on a tongue,
With the licking of the lips done.
And that yummy to the tummy...
Has a difficult time for one to overcome.
And that yummy to the tummy...
Has a difficult time to overcome.
That yummy to the tummy done...
One never forgets its deliciousness.
Or the first time lips were licked.
That yummy to the tummy done..
Ahhh.
A tummy with a yummy comes,
Ahh ahh...
That yummy to the tummy coming with a yum yum.
That yummy to the tummy done..
Ahhh.
A tummy with a yummy comes,
Ahh ahh...
That yummy to the tummy coming with a yum yum.
That yummy to the tummy done..
Ahhh.
A tummy with a yummy comes,
Ahh ahh...
That yummy to the tummy coming with a yum yum.
That yummy to the tummy done,
Ahhh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't It Funny
Isn’t it funny how all of a sudden you care
But when we were together you were never there
Isn’t it funny how to make me jealous you’re with her
But when you see me with him, everything starts to blur
Isn’t it funny how you want me to miss you
But when we were together, other girls you’d pursue
Isn’t it funny how you think of me when you’re alone at night
When im across the street in his arms wrapped up tight
Isn’t it funny how you sit there thinking of me
While im in the sky, completely carefree
Isn’t it funny how much the tables have turned
I hope from all this, SOMETHING, you have learned
poem by Brianna Trombley
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An odd little girl (for Karen)
I am a funny little girl
with little piggy eyes.
I have a rounded tummy
and rather rotund thighs
In my heart I'm beautiful
if only you would see
but no one ever looks inside
to find the real, true me.
I sit here by my desk at school
with no friend by my side
I'd love someone to talk to
but they all mock and chide.
One day they'll want to know me
some day when I am grown
but for now I'll be content
to sit here on my own.
I'm a funny little girl
with freckles and a grin.
I'm really fun to play with
but not too good at gym.
I love to cuddle puppies
and help folk with their chores
and if you'd only talk to me
I'd tell you lots, lots more.
poem by Ruth Walters
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