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Saturday, September 16, 2006

Apropros of Nothing ...

A Song for Vegetarians

O give me a home
Where the wild tofus roam
And the quiche and the soya beans play;
Amongst the gathering herds
Of young mung bean curds
And where porridge is raining all day.

Where grizzly camemberts
Lurk in dark frigidaires
And the Llaska soup howls from the pan;
With the alfalfa hordes,
And the psychopath gourds -
Ah fuck it, I'll have bacon instead.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aww its not fair ive been trying for days to write a days to like that for my English assignment :(
and you knock one off in a week

Anonymous said...

Aww its not fair ive been trying for days to write a days to like that for my English assignment :(
and you knock one off in a hour

TimT said...

Thanks Charles.

Anonymous, the trick's pretty much to pick a song that everyone knows and throw in some different words. Good luck, anyway!

Anonymous said...

reminds me timmy, i gave your poetry Zine to a dear friend of mine.

It was the gift that keeps on giving, she was thrilled

TimT said...

That is excellent news. First, Newcastle - next thing - THE WORLD! Bwahahahahaha, and all that stuff.

Email: timhtrain - at - yahoo.com.au

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