Im the gobbler and I gobble all day,
The game of gobblen is what I like to play,
I gobble this and I gobble that,
Il gobble down your firemans hat.
Im the gobbler and im here to stay,
I don’t take kindly to non gobblers who get in my way.
Il gobble you up and il gobble you deep,
Il gobble the tears that your mother will weep.
2009 will be the year of the gobble
hobble you will post gobble gobble gobble.
So now you have heard the gobblers decree,
Fear you must if you don’t have a gee,
For it’s the falice she wants and I do not jest,
Don’t fall victim to the great gobble fest
A Matthew Newton Joint
23/12/2008 1930,
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Ronnie The Rabbit
ronnie the rabbit hopped down the road
where he came across nikki's quiet abode
he went inside for a closer look
where he found nikki reading a book
he jumped on her head and shat on her face
nikki screamed and threw ronnie about the place.
A Matthew Newton Joint
09/01/08 ?
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where he came across nikki's quiet abode
he went inside for a closer look
where he found nikki reading a book
he jumped on her head and shat on her face
nikki screamed and threw ronnie about the place.
A Matthew Newton Joint
09/01/08 ?
All rights reserved!
The Tale Of The Funky Fish
The funky fish was a timid beast
He roamed the seas from west to east
the tropical waters he liked to travel
Many mysteries for him to unravel,
To roam the seas spelled his fate
until one day he caught the bate
A tasty worm for him to see
A tasty worm right there for he,
He wrapped his mouth around the treat
The rod twitched at the old mans feet
Alas he cried as he stood upright
he reached for his rod and grabbed it tight,
The fish swam away pleased and proud
The man also pleased and roaring aloud
With one mighty stroke of power and might
The fish was caught to the old mans delight,
He wriggled and flapped but to no avail
hear comes the end of the poor fishes tale
The old man smiled and winked at his mate
"I look forward to this fish on my dinner plate",
A Matthew Newton Joint
23/03/2007 8:37,
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He roamed the seas from west to east
the tropical waters he liked to travel
Many mysteries for him to unravel,
To roam the seas spelled his fate
until one day he caught the bate
A tasty worm for him to see
A tasty worm right there for he,
He wrapped his mouth around the treat
The rod twitched at the old mans feet
Alas he cried as he stood upright
he reached for his rod and grabbed it tight,
The fish swam away pleased and proud
The man also pleased and roaring aloud
With one mighty stroke of power and might
The fish was caught to the old mans delight,
He wriggled and flapped but to no avail
hear comes the end of the poor fishes tale
The old man smiled and winked at his mate
"I look forward to this fish on my dinner plate",
A Matthew Newton Joint
23/03/2007 8:37,
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A Calling For Rob
Writing peoms is what we do
So heres a new poem just for you
Poems have been far and few
Where have they gone and what did we do
Did our creative edge elude us for some time
No we were lazy and refused to rhyme
So now i call for all who are true
and yes rob that certainly includes you
to come and rhyme and yell it aloud
write more poetry and make us all proud
Its time for me to end this delicate rhyme
let your poetry flow like the old river rhine
A Matthew Newton Joint
31/03/2008 23:53,
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So heres a new poem just for you
Poems have been far and few
Where have they gone and what did we do
Did our creative edge elude us for some time
No we were lazy and refused to rhyme
So now i call for all who are true
and yes rob that certainly includes you
to come and rhyme and yell it aloud
write more poetry and make us all proud
Its time for me to end this delicate rhyme
let your poetry flow like the old river rhine
A Matthew Newton Joint
31/03/2008 23:53,
All rights reserved!
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