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Now anyone can become Filthy Rich, just call 800- Shark Bait

Yeah right! So I have a plan and instead of doing something about it, like getting rich, I blog….DUH! Davy Jones’ Locker awaits all ye Landlubbers. Read this poem instead.
once upon a time in a faraway land
lived a pirate,
his name, no one knows that,
but let’s call him Pegleg McStinky.
He wore one eye patch
his left hand was a hook
and right leg was all wood
his teeth were dark yellow and black
and he would often sing songs
write poems and look up in the sky
and ask God why o why
why was he all alone in the island,
where was the ship,
where were his pirate buddies,
why were the monkeys in the island
always attacking him,
why did pigs there bite his bum
when he tried to sleep,
what is a treasure
and where was it,
and most importantly
what to do when the stomach growls
day and night ?
He died looking for answers
and treasure in the island.
How sad and scary the story of
Pegleg McStinky
whose belly growled
excessively.
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Do not steal or copy this ye Son of a Biscuit Eaters

How Mr. GRIBBIT got LOL’ed

DEAR FRIENDS AND FAMILY
LAST NIGHT MR. GRIBBIT DIED
HIS LAST MESSAGE WAS ‘WTFLMAO’
WHICH HE SENT TO MR. CLYDE
Mr.Jetkins 5
POOR POOR MR. GRIBBIT
LOOKED LIKE A SQUASHED TOAD
I WISH HE WAS NOT ‘TEXT-DRIVING’
AND KEEPING AN EYE ON ROAD
Mr. Jetkins3
SOB SOB MR. GRIBBIT
WE ARE SHAKEN TO THE CORE
ONE MOMENT HE WAS ROLF’ING
AND THEN HE WAS NO MOREMr.Jetkins 4
NOW NOW MR. GRIBBIT
NO NEED TO HAUNT THE RILL
WE DID’NT CALL YOU AN IDIOT
OR NAME YOU ROADKILL
Mr.Jetkins 1
HEY HEY MR. GRIBBIT
I HOPE WE NEVER MEET
BUT PRAY YOU GO TO HEAVEN
AND GET A WINDOW SEAT
Mr.Jetkins 2
AND OH MR. GRIBBIT
DID YOU READ THE EPITAPH
“Hre lies Mr. GRIBBIT
Who mde d reaper laugh”
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THE NEWS JUST IN-
STUART FROM
http://thechangeyourlifeblog.wordpress.com/
HAS GIVEN THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT ABOUT
MR. GRIBBIT IN THE RUSHHOURMAGIC.COM
WHICH HAS CREATED A HUGE CONTROVERSY
AND PEOPLE ARE NOT SO SURE ABOUT MANGOES ANYMORE.
MR. STUART SAID AND I QUOTE
“Poor poor Mr Gribbit.
Trying to send a said,
caused him to bang his head.
Say a said instead or wait for start to stop.
It’s clear so clear from what’s written here,
that if to don’t you might need a mop.”

August Arch

Rhombus Rain
Travellers Pain
Foxy Breeze
Cloaking Sneeze
Fungal Dotes
Smelly Clothes
Cold and Damp
The August Tramp

Frogga

Long long ago

In a faraway land

Lived a frog named

Mr. Stikitung Grand

Near a meander

In his little mud house

In rain you could hear him Croak,

Looking for a spouse

Rains came and went

But he never got a single mate

He tried every trick a frog could

Still no one fell for his bait

He would keep

Harnessing his vocals

Polishing his webbed digits and

Perfecting his focal

While his efforts were appreciated

And some found it cute

The girls still went out

With the true frogs, the slimy smooth

With Mr. Grand being so different

All warts and moles

Others wondered how

He would ever father tadpoles

Mr. Grand with his huge eyes

And big mouth could do very little

All these hurdles made Him

Too depressed and shittle

While there were uncertainties

Looming large on his life

Fellow amphibians were betting

On his chances of getting a wife

For termites said the caecilians

Calling others to join the hoot

For worms said salamander and

For cricket said the newt.

On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up

And was waiting to call it a night

When he heard a hiss

Loud enough to give him a fright

Hello said the snake why are you

In such a spiritual gloom

Come let us find out someone

Who can help you groom

Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness

And overwhelmed at his warmth

While his kinds were busy ridiculing him

Snakes words soothed him like a balm

At first he was cautious and

Kept a safe distance from the snake

But the snake kept saying he was hurt

That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake

I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand

And reached out for the help

Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand

Before he could think or yelp

Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings

Saw this but not a single tear was shed

Guess this comes with living a life

So cold blooded

There was a crocodile, who saw it all

Hidden behind a pier

Some say he was the only one who

Did shed some tears.

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