Trumping Limericks by idwalaphaearngyr, literature
Literature
Trumping Limericks
When Lord Trump threw a fete in the rain,
he heard five million fans shout his name!
"Four-point-nine you invented!"
a journalist vented,
but Trump says they count just the same.
~~~
Our Donald, he says that you're Sad,
then he swears, he's that best that you've had!
But an Onion would cry :
When poor Don tells a lie,
it's not funny, it's scummy and bad.
There was a young girl who was hungry. When she tried to take water from the well, she was often chased away with sticks and insults. When she asked for bread, she was told that it had already been eaten. When she asked what work she might do to earn a meal, she was made to work all day and then tricked out of her pay when the day was done.
There was also in that place a prince of the realm who's house was so immense, and who's servants were so many that she had never even seen the prince himself, though the whole city spoke of him. She had begged at his house a number of times, and while his servants turned out to be as wicked as the rest o
It's a strange relation, you to me, but I know it feels like falling,
and I know I should be frightened,
but it isn't there.
Since you came around I've found that parts of me are missing,
But I find that I'm forgetting they were ever there,
Because I just don't care.
But it's the thought that counts, or it's supposed to be
It keeps getting worse, I don't want anyone to see
But It seems like I don't really mind you poisoning my soul
Because I like you. What's wrong with me?
You're underneath my skin, I love you, Snipping off my heart strings, love you
But you're stripping me of everything I used to be.
just curiosity
You touch me,
Morning to evening count your crows
and follow my advice,
Never ever name them.
Crows are never nice.
Count in silence, count them quick,
yell out when you know.
Greet them with "Your Majesty",
and turn your head just so.
All day long, count your crows
and count your ravens twice.
Know them by their tail and nose,
be wary of their price.
If one should ask a question,
be sure to tell a lie,
and never dare to take a gift
you can't afford to buy.
If one should call to you by name,
you run until you're home!
Or calmly offer up your eye,
and cast a shiny stone.
Trumping Limericks by idwalaphaearngyr, literature
Literature
Trumping Limericks
When Lord Trump threw a fete in the rain,
he heard five million fans shout his name!
"Four-point-nine you invented!"
a journalist vented,
but Trump says they count just the same.
~~~
Our Donald, he says that you're Sad,
then he swears, he's that best that you've had!
But an Onion would cry :
When poor Don tells a lie,
it's not funny, it's scummy and bad.
There was a young girl who was hungry. When she tried to take water from the well, she was often chased away with sticks and insults. When she asked for bread, she was told that it had already been eaten. When she asked what work she might do to earn a meal, she was made to work all day and then tricked out of her pay when the day was done.
There was also in that place a prince of the realm who's house was so immense, and who's servants were so many that she had never even seen the prince himself, though the whole city spoke of him. She had begged at his house a number of times, and while his servants turned out to be as wicked as the rest o
It's a strange relation, you to me, but I know it feels like falling,
and I know I should be frightened,
but it isn't there.
Since you came around I've found that parts of me are missing,
But I find that I'm forgetting they were ever there,
Because I just don't care.
But it's the thought that counts, or it's supposed to be
It keeps getting worse, I don't want anyone to see
But It seems like I don't really mind you poisoning my soul
Because I like you. What's wrong with me?
You're underneath my skin, I love you, Snipping off my heart strings, love you
But you're stripping me of everything I used to be.
just curiosity
You touch me,
Morning to evening count your crows
and follow my advice,
Never ever name them.
Crows are never nice.
Count in silence, count them quick,
yell out when you know.
Greet them with "Your Majesty",
and turn your head just so.
All day long, count your crows
and count your ravens twice.
Know them by their tail and nose,
be wary of their price.
If one should ask a question,
be sure to tell a lie,
and never dare to take a gift
you can't afford to buy.
If one should call to you by name,
you run until you're home!
Or calmly offer up your eye,
and cast a shiny stone.
Ok, so I'm basically nobody, a far as art is concerned. I may never even post anything else on here.
However, I do want to make the semi official statement that anybody can do anything they want with my stuff.
I don't believe in copyrights.
That's not the 'faith' kind of believe. (Although it seems like some people believe in copyright that way. *Shiver*.) Copyright is real, and it has some power in the market. I just don't think Copyright is good. I suspect it's rather evil.
I think it's confusing to artists, and damaging to art.
I'll admit, I'm not sure on the details of how any sort of art is supposed to be profitable without copyrigh