HahaPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Oh my, that's ingenious. Adults can clean up their eating habits all they want, as long as there are kids there will be McDonalds.
They have grilled chicken wraps at McD's now; you can order these without cheese and crappy sugary sauce and they're not bad.
Really? Are they like allowed to handle healthy food? I guess with all the health conscious parents forced to take their kids there a healthy alternative must be available. What about desert?
You can get apple slices and fat free caramel dip now. I don't like caramel, but I like apples, and they have yogurt parfaits, which are pretty healthy with fruit and no granola.
Once upon a time there was a kid named bob never too tierd to do his job he cleaned up the floors he mopped every night one more time it was gettin too sad I declared one day while I was a ship on the shore that a supid dupid psychopath would toot to the door it was weird and really cold as I shifted to and fro oh how I love, that ................ whats the word.
Ya v koncze tunnelya prosnusy Vechnosty blizko k sebe zaberu nezhnosty i tvoyu dobrotu gubi sladkiye poczeluyu Ya tebya na ruki vozymu Otoidya na sto shagov vo sne V pustate, mrake, bezdne Utonu v tvoey teplote Lish odin deny s toboyu mne day Day pochustvovaty vzdoh ot tebya Sumrak dney zaberi navsegda Nochy uydyot dlya tebya i menya Lish odin deny s toboyu mne day Teploti kozhi ruk tvoih day Lish odin deny day mne moy Bog Lish odin deny ya proshu Zaberi moyu dushu sebe a eyo ti verni na yavu
well...some Sciforumians actually know Russian Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! so learn-up wise-up Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Exclusivity is not good for poetry. I like my poem better, it has English words. Haven't you heard this is an English board for English speakers. Not for isolationist Russians demanding to be accommodated for special separate treatment.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I believe that children are our future, Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride, To make it easier Let the children's laughter Remind us how we used to be.
Closure (and disclosure) If I were a mule, I would insist on using Space Bags: https://www.spacebag.com/ I would fill my trunk with space bags full of tootsie rolls. That way, if I was ever pulled over, I would refuse for my car to be searched. Then they'd send in the Tootsie Roll-sniffing dogs and they would smell nothing- All while my trunk is full of Tootsie Rolls. And I would drive away unscathed, And bring my Tootsie Rolls home.
the world was dreamless empty greyed skies dank cellars with lights on in love with her captors sustenance filling but impure not in her best interest many years of silent lips happy to just be alive thought she was a survivor traded abuse for a dingy cell no bars on the high windows but safe from the bleak outside content with her bound books the pressure between unbearable "breathe!" they told her not in these chains, she thought "speak!" they demanded her lips parched with dried blood dust blackened her ragged toes spiders webs intermixed with grey hairs eyes red with long absent tears held there by the promise of love the debtors requested their due lacking emotion bankrupt tired alone soulless closes her eyes sleeps
My love poem A remnant of our evolutionary past in which our present incarnation mystifies its purpose. To be touched by God and sent floating threw the heavens we say. How easy it is to look past its true nature before the bliss melts away. Plumed feathers lie back down as bloated throats exhale. No longer protected by masks they see for the first time there true reflections. Who is this man she asks as he walks into the intensifying flames. With there purpose served the deep rooted seed of the past breaks its shell to excape its perceived grave.
Ode To A Vogon! O glimped I foundling too begeal, Apt vomly besque we two forsee. In shades of comeney swirtch I sawntre. Agahstment I hath grubled din, O shadweres mastings in my septitude.
Ode To A Bowl Of Mould. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! O mouldy bowl, O bowl of mouldy mould. Mouldy and bowly, O bowly mould. Where for art thou goest O bowl of Mould. Show us O mouldest of bowls. Bowls and bowels of mould, And mould in bowls, bowls in shrouds of mould. For bowls of mould are wonders to behold. O mould.
I paint a picture for all to see within the lines a metaphor of me at first glance you see clouds you see trees but if you look close you can see the soft breeze and closer still you just may find what it is I put behind this picture I painted for all to see in order to view it you must know of me . (Note: Vogon poetry has become the 4th worst in the universe) ;-)
