I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
Question for Reido: Did you show her the tags?!
Music is the answer, you have to know exactly what song will do it though, thats the only thinking that has to into this process.
Here is the song that did it for me...
First time I met Anne, after a few hours, I put this song on, asked her for a dance (slow and close) and the rest (as they say) is history...
The song has to perfect to suit your intentions, otherwise she could end up puking all over ya.
You clever dove,
How can a girl NOT fall in love,
when a man writes poetry such as thus?
If my non mathmatical brains falling out
please clean up the muss.
I no doubt tried
to count to three
The answer there is clear to see
you do not need poetry
the only thing a girl wants to count
is your MONEY!
LOL...ah well...good luck!
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Best thing you can do is give the bishop a good thrashing.
You'll achieve the same result, a pair of empty sacks and in the long run it will be cheaper.
"When you think of it,
Lifes a bowl of ....MERDE"
How gracious is thee.
Replying to me in poetry.
Your words am I in enslavement.
Bitter and sweet as a rose through the cracks of the pavement.
Money I do not need.
I grow in a garden full of weeds.
They try to break me down but clear do I see
Hell im on Kiwibiker Ive got all these douches trying to bait me.
Thankyou, good luck to you too.
OMG! This is by far the funniest thread I have read in a looooong time, my stomach is hurting from laughing so hard!!! I haven't laughed like that in a long time! Thank you all!!!
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