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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:04 pm
Here's my poem~~
When the sun is shinin' bright,
I stepped into the light,
With a picnic basket in my hand!
It's the middle of July
And I think I'm going to fry!
All for luke-warm potato salad and a smushed turkey sandwich!
The kids around me stink
And I'm starting to think,
I wish it would rain!
The blanket is full of dirt
And I've got mustard on my shirt!
These bugs are eating me alive!
Mosquitos, doritos, flies, and pies!
Oh God why won't it rain?!
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:04 pm
Sun-dappled shadows fall over the grass,
Over a blanket checked red and white.
Crisp cold lemonade causes ice cubes to crack,
While fresh sandwiches beg a bite.
Ants march one by one in single file,
Hoping to steal away bits of sweets.
Angered picnickers stomp and curse,
Seeking to defend their afternoon treats.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:04 pm
Ode to a Dirty Checkered Picnic Table Cloth
Your harsh rubbing texture,
Icky to the touch
Bold red and white checks,
hurting to the eyes
Unable to stay on the table,
causing a hurried chase of rescue
Hated checkered picnic table cloth,
We place food upon you
Watermelon, sandwiches, ham,
Milk, lemonade, coleslaw,
Coffee, potatoes, yams
Oh Dirty Checkered Picnic Table Cloth
you carry the food we eat,
covering it in germs and disease
Spreading the flu from our head to our feet
We all die because of the Checkered Picnic Table Cloth.
That somebody, ahem, forgot to wash.
XD I have an averson to picnic table cloths <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:05 pm
Sun shines serenely
Balmy breeze blows
Borrowed brown basket
Clean checkered cloth
Lovely lunch lingers
Picnic puked up on the prarie
Most memorable moment
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:05 pm
The sun is shining, the grass is thick
Perfect day for a picnic.
I'll sit in the grass,
My foals will play tag,
And we'll have lot's of clover.
But that's not all we'll feast over:
Baskets of apples, carrots, and wheat.
And bowls of sugar cubes, so sweet!
We'll be next to a lake that is cool,
and later we'll slpash in the mirroring pool.
Or we would, at least, now this is the pain.
As I was talking... it started to rain.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:05 pm
*Looks at custom pricing*
Wow, I had my flutter pricing all wrong. She is actually a million cheaper than I thought (I switched numbers around in my head).
Okay, so almost 3Mil, not 4Mil.
Still by no means easy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:06 pm
Poem Entry!
Time after time I come to find
The sun playing tricks on my mind
The welcoming scent of freshly cut grass
The family dog licking his @$$
The fields of read and white checkered squares
The mismatched display of plastic kitchen wares
Hamburgers grilling toped with mustard and cheese
The koolaid pitcher bombarded by bees
The heat of the sun the chill of the breeze
Tinging it's song as it floats through the trees
I smile and chuckle at the wonderful sight
Till i find myself at work daydreaming in the light.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:07 pm
Pinic time for a hungy ants, food galore with just a glance.
Fruits, chips, sodas too, quite alot for an ant to choose.
And one by one as they took a peice, it meant more for the colony feast.
So pinic time for ants are fun, so why not have another one.
My short poem entry, and I know it stinks. XD
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:07 pm
Picnic Poem- Woot~ XD;;;
Falling leaves from the blossom tree,
Make the children run in glee.
As parents lay out the food and blanket
The family prepares for the banquet,
Of a common sunny day pleasure
A picnic is a treasure.
Simple yet fulfilling,
Sometimes thrilling.
But its always something fun
For you and everyone!
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:08 pm
Ah, a picnic...
Ah, a picnic, in summer to enjoy,
And let’s not forget the ants and bees that come over to enjoy as well.
The birds are singing above our heads as I eat small sandwiches,
And later on their poop somehow lands on my head.
Oh how I love picnics on a grassy hillside,
Except for when it is raining and it causes a mudslide.
Okay, so maybe picnics are not for me as I have come to realize.
But who can resist yummy treats hiding inside of a basket?
Certainly not I!
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:08 pm
*hangs head in shame* STUPID Dyslexia...
It's supposed to be Red instead of read and Singing instead of Tinging
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:08 pm
A perfect date
Weather on your side, you lie the cloth across the grass
Checkers curtain the carpet like your sunscreen
Protecting from UV rays
Summer breeze
Stirs the senses and the leaves, speckled across checker
Plucked carefully of strawberries
Eaten by smiling mouths
Gentle words
From her mouth, make you smile and cherish seconds
Ticking by unnoticed
Holding her hand warmly
Slate clouds
Carried by wind, mar the shining silver sun
Laughing as rain hits she
Pushes you off the blanket
(I think my English class has sapped away my like of poetry. xD)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:09 pm
Teh Picnic
Picnic, oh picnic,
Oh where have you been,
Your touch is so gentle,
Your food is quite elegant,
The breeze brings such,
On picnic days,
Oh, where are you picnic?
I long for your potatoes,
Ever so thick.
Oh sweet picnic,
Where are you now?
I long for your aura,
The aura of joy,
Picnics signal happiness,
The siren of joy,
Oh who can resist...
The wonderful picnics.
Saspra98016~
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:09 pm
Ode to a Paper Bag
Paper Bag,
Paper Bag,
when you're wet,
you really sag.
But have no fear,
Paper Bag,
For on the ground,
you will not drag.
Hold my food you shall,
Paper Bag,
for the online picnic,
Should my AIM not lag.
Paper Bag,
Paper Bag,
You hold my food,
sweet Paper Bag.
And once I am done with you,
Paper Bag,
on my head you shall go
My dear, dear Paper Bag. <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:10 pm
Picnics can be so fun
Eating out in the nice warm sun
Siting on a blanket upon the ground
With food spreading out all around
Sitting attempt to eat your fare
As ants attack from everywhere
Hold your plate down doing your best
For the wild wind is not at rest
Watching the bird fly overheard
Hoping that don't go on your head
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