The stooped song for stooped heads...

Monday 15th October 2007 4:27am

36,452 posts

I see monkeys in trees,
Big biting fleas,
Bananas and peas.

You are a Dick,
As in Richard,
A clock goes tick,
In time with the pilchard.

What shall I do?
What shall I say?
You are a knob,
You are a gay.

I'm just writing shit,
As I go along,
Making up words,
To this stooped song.

Here I go still writing it,
Looking like a silly tit.
Look what I did,
I rhymed some words,
Apple pie, jam and turds.

What happens next?
We shall see.
I'm typing the text,
It's gonna be pee.

It is really a crappy song,
For 25 lines,
It's gone on too long.

Maybe I should stop?
Maybe I should quit?
This really is a piece of shit.

ajp29

Monday 15th October 2007 4:30am

5,486 posts

Laughing out loud The perfect excuse for me to post one of the songs I wrote when I was drunk called Tipsy I should get drunk more often *waits for Aaron's comments*

You label everything in your world
Just to help you cope
Be it boy or be it girl
It just gives you hope
You better hear everything I say
Just to let you know
If you flee or if you stay
It just keeps it slow

Has it registered in your head
Has it been stirred the message read
Cease what you can
Coz it’s a plan

All you cells they have gone
Jelly is all that’s left
When it off or when its on
Cheers for the death
Can you control what isn’t there
Just hold on to it
Be it real or be it air
You want to have a bit

The wind rushes in your head
Has it stopped are you dead?
You got no choice
Listen to the voice

Milky ways and milky bars
Cosmic comfort food
Physical and mental scars
Thankyou for the mood
Coke and cavier for me
But it’ll make you ill
Chicks and guns they are free
But they’ll make you kill

Memories mess up your head
You want the storage space instead
Have no fear
Accept the beer