Tarchanemoker

And so he looked out to the sea and said "Get the hell away from me" The sea heard this, and said to he "Get the hell away from -me-" The man was mad, miffed, quite upset against the sea, revenge he'd get. So jump he did from roaring cliffs Jumped to his death among the mists. The sea it hissed and spit and cried, forever cursed with he who'd died. A watery grave is no way to go especially when caused by one's echo...

I saw a cow and he said moo To him I asked "The hell's with you?" The cow was sad, he said to me. The cow was mad, he had no feed. And though that cow was nice and plump, he'd begun to form an awful hump locked deep within his cow-like throat enough feed lay, to choke a goat It smelled of rot and skunk and death it smelled quite like poor Clayton's breath I stopped and wondered what to do with this cow, complete with food. And that's when I had an awful plan a plan, a plan, fit but for man. I took a hammer, took it fine, I cracked it down on bovine spine with nerves destroyed in that fell bout by chance, his feed... quickly p

A thousand years I've pondered now A thousand more I'll wait All this time my mind is locked, lost in the great debate With cheese or steaming meat abound with veggies or just plain, with which of these will I be found when lunchtime cannot wait. The Volcano calls, as onions bawl and bemoan their tasty fate, the cheese, she melts as olives felt, it's good to die this day The pizza comes, the pizza's here, so hurry one and all. Come quickly to the pizza room, this is your final call. Should you tarry or delay if obstacles appear If time becomes your enemy and food holds little sway then hurry still Or find you will that

A creamy treat a tasty feat to fit that cheese into a can A stunning task of man and craft to fit that cheese into a can A soft aroma of cheese so bland all fit into a tiny can Press the tip, and save your quips about that cheese stuffed in the can Spray it out, don't ask about what's in the cheese so soft and bland Take a taste, don't put to waste that creamy cheese within the can A love so pure, Can you endure? The lustful ache of nachos baked with cheese that comes but from a can.

A crimson dream just saunters by, My hopes and fears all locked inside. Of soaring heights I'll never know, Of pitchest night where demons grow. I see your face, the heaven's dim, your voice calls out above the din. It's then I know where I'll be safe, in your embrace, that chance I'll take. The sweetest kiss, a loving touch that soft embrace, a heated blush. I'd trade these not, no, not a one. I'll keep them mine, 'til life is done. Beyond the pale, I'll think of you. When all is dark, and time is through. In Heaven's light, or Hell's embrace I'll think of you, this time, this place. For now I sit and dream of love, of dream

A silent order, A garbled cry, A muffled gun, A boldfaced lie, A knowing smile, A reddened sky, A callous sin, And humans die.