The portable loo
I went to the portable loo
I spent a whole quarter too
I sat on a hole
A bubble was all I threw
Yes all I was up to pass
Was piles of sewer gas
But it was loud
I am so proud
I like to be so crass
I scribble upon the walls
The numbers of all the dolls
That is dirty
They have to paint the walls
I get what I pay for
Sometimes it's even more
Free paper here
It is so dear
To buy it at the store
Well I'll be going now
I've got my value, wow
Nine six two
Six six eight two's
The number of a cow
(Note, It's really the Belleville police station.)
I tried to shave my stubble
But soon got into trouble
The soap just wouldn't BUBBLE
So now my whiskers double.
Re: Bubble, stubble,
Ah, the dread gray stubble
That dulls a blade to rubble
And always causes trouble in the morn
The stubble you could fire
Achieving your desire
With burny whisker pyre you'll be shorn
stubble, double, trouble
I won't admit to stubble
But sometimes we gals have trouble
With the odd and dark and pointy little hair
But a razor's not the way
It only lasts a day
Electrolysis! The answer over here
The longest roots, as well I knows
Grow deep indeed within the nose
Just tweeze one out my gentle friend
You feel the tug in your rear end
Disfiggered for life by crooked nose hairs.
No matter where I go
No matter what I do
I just keep bubbling on and on
I tell you, it is true
When blue skies turn to grey
When grey then turns to black
I find the bubbly lining there
When there's no turning back
No matter what the challenge
No matter what the pain
I search and search until I bring
Those bubbles back again
Where Am I
Bubbling with enthusiasm
I called into this page
And found it's gone to black and white,
The colours won't engage.
Although I've plastic lenses
Where the cataracts once were,
If LadyD turns on the lights,
I'll be obliged to her.
ONCE AGAIN IT'S BLUE AND WHITE
Bubbling up with Hubbly-Bubbly
Up all night with face all stubbly
Thinking thoughts so very strange
Suddenly the colours change
Is this some virus cyberlogical
Or aberrance psychological
Help me, help me fearless slug
To kick the bug and quit the jug
Some of us have bubbles
Myself I have a sissle
Some of us have neither
And then some have both to kissle
Some of us have mommles
Some don't have no popples
Some of us have fammles
With great grammles at the topples
The Last Bubble
There was a drink we used to make
With any spirituous liquor;
Add some carbonated fizz,
Bang on your knee to fizz quicker.
Starting a party with one of these
For everyone as they arrived
Was quite energising for a short while,
After which all acuity dived.
And, when the premises were razed and rubbly,
It was plain we'd all consumed a 'Hubbly-Bubbly'.
le fantôme aiguillonné
I sit in a tub and forget all my troubles
In acres, and piles, and bunches of bubbles
I look in a corner and hey here's some luck
It's Freddy the bullfrog, and old rubber duck
I hear mommy coming and under I grope
So that when she comes in I'm all covered in soap
She sits herself down on the edge of the tub
Then picks up the wash cloth, and gives me a scrub
She rubs on the back of my neck and my ears
My head gets all lathered with Look No More Tears
At last with a squirt hose she rinses my head
Then dried and all powdered, I'm ready for bed
Reading encylopaedias was always lots of fun;
Sometimes I wonder whether I'm the only one
Who read them (also dictionaries) underneath the sun.
For background of East Timor being pillaged by Jakarta,
Or history of Bubble Shells, you just look up Encarta
And all of those who do it have a chance of getting smarter.
le fantôme smug-as-they-come
The family Bulidae has in its ranks
A genus called Bulla, that's odd
Because it's related to snails and Slugs,
So it's nearly a gastropod.
This mollusc possesses an egg-shaped shell,
Often as big as a hen's,
But, although they look a bit like eggs,
They're lacking in albumens.
The shells are quite thin and, when trodden on,
Are easily turned into rubble
And that's why they're commonly called Bubble Shells,
Because they will burst like a bubble.
le fantôme trépignant
A Brace of Bubbles
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
le fantôme bouillonnant de Will Shakespeare
I enter a bubble, forget any trouble
Lured by this magical sphere
URLs form the walls and imaginary malls
Virtual life is enchantingly near
In this insular world, basic essence unfurled
Taking time that I really can't spare
There I will be, what you want to see
Then mystically disappear
On venturing out, obligations shout
- Reality is all too clear
Tiny Bub Bulls..in the wine..
Make me wonder...do they shine?
Are they plastered? Are they fine?
Let me count them...yes, there's nine..
Tiny Bub Bulls...do they fly?
If I dunk them..will they cry?
Gee they look cute...so I sigh..
If they leave me..I'll just die!
Are You Bored?
Sitting here, got very bored
Thought I'd find something to do
Then a netpal sent me this
So I'll pass it on to you!
If you run your mouse around
The bubbles pop and make a sound!
Sick of ... Bubbles
Witch-wand twirls a radian,
Gets leg of Canadian,
Bark of twig,
Pips of fig,
Jekyll, Hyde, let mixture bubble,
Drink a hubbly-bubbly double,
Made of spirits of palmyra,
Pour it into your viscera.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
le fantôme amical
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