Hello. These are just daft wee scraps of stuff from my head. Thought I'd give them a home here. Please enjoy my insanity.

[center]THE HUNGRY GIRLS[/center]

[center]The Hungry Girls are Fat and Thin
With one mis-shapen eye
And their lips would Smack
And their teeth would Clack
When moths would flutter by.

For Hungry Girls would like to Bite
And Gnash and Slurp and Chew
These Tasty little insects
Like a Tasty little stew.

"Oh, eating Moths would be a Treat!"
Shrill these Ugly little Tots,
"We'll Pluck their wings,
And spit-roast the things
Then gobble down the Lot!"

So armed with plastic forks
And a tiny bone white spoon
They gathered under lightbulbs
And let Moths into the room.[/center]

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A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do doodle, too.

Great poem,thanks for sharing.

haha that brought giggles, I don't know why though... Maybe it's cuz I'm used to write and read stuff that's like deep in meaning to me.

It's flowing nicely when read out loud, the rhymes are well used and well, there's a bunch of hidden meanings somewhere in there that I don't yet get the grasp of, and I'm really wondering what could have inspired such a poem.

Maybe with a bit more of those scribbles from your imagination I'll be able to understand better? Keep writing!

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The clash of swords will bring them against each other, but one sword will bring them together:
Askeidevor

Eeeeee! *huggles the nice feedbackers*

SJ- Thank you!^^

Krokador- Cheers! Glad you liked it.^^ Heh...Alas, no hidden meanings in them there hungry girls and moths. At least none they're not telling me.

I'm a big fan of Edward Gorey's work. I guess he was my inspiration. Well, that and a rampant bout of silliness.

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A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do doodle, too.

I'm so glad you mentioned Gorey. I too love him and your writing brought him to mind immediately.

Derangedly delightful. Somehow I see some of the girls with bone white chopsticks, but maybe my brain is just trying to somehow reconcile Gorey and Carradine.... whoa.

At anyrate - The Hungry Girls! Woot woot. Loved it. Send more stuff our way if you see fit.

- Boschi

Thanks, Boschi!^^ Nice to see a fellow Gorey fan! I like the idea of the chopsticks...I can just picture nightmarish Geisha teeter-tottering on platform shoes and snapping at moths fluttering around paper lanterns...

Speaking of nightmarish...This next one is kinda of that category but not quite Gorey inspired. Just me with a sick but silly sense of humour.^^;

It's not quite a poem either, more like the lyrics to a country music type song. Kinda like a big barn-yard hoedown grab-yer-partner-by-the-hand type thing with fiddles, banjo twanging and one of those washerboard scratchy things. Those're so neat! Quite possibly we've got some line-dancing in there too. Not that anyone's gonna want to dance to this!:P

*cue the music*

There's A Corpse On Granma's Rocker


Oooh...There's a cockerel on a stable
There's a baby in a cradle
There's a cow and a sheep and a dog
And a Billy-goat too.
And there's something rotting on the inside
And it's got maggots in it's hair
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And for reasons we have yet to conceive
It doesn't look like it wants to leave
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

Sooo...The Cororner came a knockin'
And then he started squawkin'
That we couldn't leave a dead body
Just sitting there!
But when he lean in closer
To shift it from it's place
It shot right up and punched him in the face!

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And we wish we could move it from our farm
At least without some grievous bodily harm
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

Weeell...Later we did worry an fret
And started gettin' a mite desperate
About why that stubborn corpse
Wasn't going anywhere.
So we brought in a Holy man
To lay the restless spirit low
But he ended up thrown right through a window!

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And despite all our hard praying
It looks like the damn thing is staying
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

Sooo... We leave it where it's sittin'
And try to get on livin'
Despite the flies and the maggots and flakey bits
Dropping off too.
And we've put up a great big sign
For tourists to come and stare
For five dollars they can pose with it if they dare!

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And maybe it's just as well
That we've finally gotten used to the smell
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

Oooh...Come winter it starts snowing
And the log fire's a glowing
So we dig out the decorations
From under the stair
And we hang up all the baubles
And there's tinsel everywhere
And we even decorate that ol' corpse on the chair.

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And we don't really mind it because
It makes a real good Santa Claus
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking chair!

When Granma was alive
She had this compulsive drive
To do what she wanted and be
What she wanted to be.
So when she took a heart attack
It was quite plain to see
That she was never ever gonna leave this Family!

There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocker
There's a corpse on Granma's rocking-ocking-ocking chair.
And for reasons we have yet to conceive
It doesn't look like it wants to leave
There's a corpse on Granma's roooocking chaaaair!

The End Y'all.

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A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do doodle, too.

*dances to the song* Haha, I can almost picture the singing and the corpse on 'da chair! The thought of keeping a corpse on a chair through winter makes me go eww a little, but in an all around thought, it was funny. Creepy but funny. And well, I think I'm starting to like that a lot

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The clash of swords will bring them against each other, but one sword will bring them together:
Askeidevor

Great song.