The Progressive Poetry Thread!

Here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore, <br> Times of fraud from a hoodwinking bore named Gore <br> Oh, I hate that bleepin' bore. <br><br><br> maribell <br>

Here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore, <br> Times of fraud from a hoodwinking bore named Gore <br> Oh, I hate that bleepin' bore. <br><br><br> maribell <br>

Here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore,<br>Times of fraud from a hoodwinking bore named Gore<br>Oh, I hate that bleepin' bore.<br>I'd rather hear a goat fart and snore...<br>

that's the ticket, rip the nations heart out you bleeding hearts...

that's the ticket, rip the nations heart out you bleeding hearts...<br>Your always welcome up North in our parts.

that's the ticket, rip the nations heart out you bleeding hearts...<br>Your always welcome up North in our parts.<br>Listening to Boy George eating Sweet Tarts<br>

soon approaching takeoff, is the guy in the red suit...

soon approaching takeoff, is the guy in the red suit...<br>fed his reindeer oats, all they do is poot<br>show their racks around here and the hunters will surely shoot.

soon approaching takeoff, is the guy in the red suit...<br>fed his reindeer oats, all they do is poot<br>show their racks around here and the hunters will surely shoot.<br>And make off with the venison, and all of the fatman's loot.

what was that red light way up high in the air???