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    AvatarJib
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  • #5963
    The SnootThe Snoot
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    Prune is tender and juicy,
    Yet in its core hides a pit,
    So hard, can break a tooth in one bite,

    The plains of Mars look crimson from afar,
    Or is just poorly equipped human eye?
    Snoot swam there on the back of big Belen,
    So pray child, to the whale’s wisdom listen,
    The pilgrims thrive in an olympian mouth.

    #5979
    EricEric
    Keymaster

    Your Hairiness,

    Eternal Gloria to you. Could you enlighten our poor human mind, and tell us where is everybody, and if they have fun?

    #5980
    The SnootThe Snoot
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    Fat Blue Whale sends her greetings
    Of bubbles tickling the dream
    For Snoot to dive in the stream
    Flowing to City Plaza
    Where hairy feet jumped on tiles.

    All of them had long feathers,
    And to solve your good riddle
    You must spiral on the One,
    To accept the world’s wonders,
    Where can hatch your three graces.

    Therein lies all your answers.

    #5981
    EricEric
    Keymaster

    Oh, Snoot is sneaky. It speaks in riddles worse than Boss. :yahoo_idk:

    Well, thanks anyway. I guess I can still try remove tiewing. :yahoo_nerd:

    #5982
    TracyTracy
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    Dear Snoot.

    Can you help me get my limerick energy back?

    It hit the sack and now there’s a lack

    Of rhyme, and reason too

    It grew, then flew, and now there is too few new

    It’s choppy and sloppy and clumsy and bumsy

    and frankly, quite rubbish.

    Yours in anticipation in La Cuarantena

    #5986
    The SnootThe Snoot
    Participant

    Friend forgive the Snoot’s first try at limericks

    There was a Whale from the Sargasso Sea
    A big blue whale no one could see
    She stroke a deal
    To break her ordeal
    Now she’s the star of a Japanese meal.

    The blue Man gives another spin to thy quest

    Art is your journal of your world, of your societies, of your lives. It is your record of history. It has been your record of history long before you engaged alphabets. (Chuckles) Long before you engaged written words, art has always been your journal of history, and it continues to be now.
    The Blue Man E.

    For our enjoyment you may offer us a limerick about a friend at your market.

    #5990
    TracyTracy
    Participant

    Boot Sale Bob was a man at the market,

    Whose trailer collapsed when he parked it,

    He lit a cigar

    And looked at his car

    And said fuck it I’m done with this market

    #6060
    EricEric
    Keymaster

    Dear Snoot,

    Do you know the center of your maze?

    Can you travel between threads of life?

    Can you teach us?

    — A mazed explorer.

    #6068
    The SnootThe Snoot
    Participant

    A Maze In SnootA Maze In Snoot

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