Conquer Club

Sin and smile I guess
Run awhile before you rest
Someone call a cab?

had a dollar
spent it on a hooker

a.sub wrote:had a dollar
spent it on a hooker

Cooker, my friend Cooker,
How does 'had' rhyme with 'cab'?
Surely there must be another word.
Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious.

Gilligan wrote:

a.sub wrote:had a dollar
spent it on a hooker

Cooker, my friend Cooker,
How does 'had' rhyme with 'cab'?
Surely there must be another word.
Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious.

suspicious i am of my sobriety
if i rhymed had with cab
maybe i should see a shrink
what do you think gilligan?

Sin again, with all of them?
Sounds like a plan...
but then what would I do
for an encore?

more

amore? she said with a sly looking grin
it was then when I realized she was square
and I didn't fit in.
oh well ... I replied
from the outside,
looking in.

It ain't easy bein' extremely cool,
with these fuzzy dice
you just can't win
or
conquer that single bitch
next door.

before you fight the massive hoard
make sure you bring a game board

gored by a bull
all I could mutter was "ouch"
pass the tomatoes

potatoes i eat
while on a mat i sleep
thinking of how pigs fly

sly is what they say I am
in my kitchen I cook a yam
tasty yet it shall turn out
eating now I cry I pout

Trout ! look out !!
I saw some once..
They were biting a man with no arms and legs floating in a pond.
We named him Bob.

Job one it was to fish him out,
the man who was accosted
by his own carnivorous trouser trout.

The bouyant one was still a bit groggy
and when asked his name replied...
only one thing I'm really sure of
my little bits are like totally soggy.

He was hung on a wall to dry not pout,
asleep in the dark...
and became an overnight sensation when the sun came out
illuminating his remaining part.
That Bob's still hanging around the gallery is no surprise,
because his name has now been changed to Art.

Heart they said poor Art still had
Whilst I scoffed and looked on like a cad
His view from high was rather dim
Lack of food did make him slim

So bad I felt I surely did
I help him down, how quick he hid
Beneath the leaves of early fall
Now Russel is the name we'll call

Fall from grace, he most certainly did
and without that proud member
the locals could not help but kid.

From beneath that ruffage he couldn't manage a poke
because now his "special purpose"
was the focus of some oddly cruel jokes.

Pulling him out from beneath that pile of debree
Russel's leg popped off and left him no way to flee.
Then for no apparent reason he began to smile,
I suppose he just felt better out from under that pile.

He propped himself up against a vertical plane.
No malace or spite or intent to be mean...
deciding it was time to change his own name.
After all of that he's been through we call her Ilene.

Seen anyone ryme month?

Once in a while
the thought of nukes
turns the keyhole orange.

Door-hinge: Thats what holds the door on the wall and lets it move.

Groove to the music
Sway with the beat
close your eyes and let your feet do the talkin"
don't let the other boys laugh at you
for it is a manly pursuit.

((((__!__))))
Recruit dem dancers, git down onda flow
knock dem hinges offa dat door
and shake dat groove thang.

"Bang!'', the starting gun fired on a new round of rhyme.

Thyme is a spice, and it's in my chili!

Pili is a nut, and it's in my brittle.

Tittle-tattle, fiddle-faddle. Wonder where my ax is atl!

Rattle, roll and rock all, as an apoplectic axolotl.