I loved these things when I was a kid….still kinda do…

http://rinkworks.com/crazylibs/

I did the poem one:

Weathervanes, morose, protesting on the edges of nobility.
Freckled hunger shaving in the delight of the peninsula.
Hills of anxious insolence, valleys of grumpy desperation.
I’d concede with sickness, but I’ve lost all hospitality.
Short, bold, I roll and lick my suffering,
But a month of levity touches all.

I scamper. I lie. I choke.
The soft milk cartons of insanity rub my dreams.
All is hideous.

Gotta love it.

Winona - 15 September 2005 06:11 PM

I did the poem one:

Weathervanes, morose, protesting on the edges of nobility.
Freckled hunger shaving in the delight of the peninsula.
Hills of anxious insolence, valleys of grumpy desperation.
I’d concede with sickness, but I’ve lost all hospitality.
Short, bold, I roll and lick my suffering,
But a month of levity touches all.

I scamper. I lie. I choke.
The soft milk cartons of insanity rub my dreams.
All is hideous.

Gotta love it.

Thats oddly erotic….lol

How to be romantic:

Some things are inherently romantic, like waffles. This is very useful, because you can grope things upon the object of your affections and win romance points without expending any additional effort or hunger. The trick is to figure out what is romantic and what is not. There is a basic rule of thumb to follow: if it’s hot, it’s not romantic. For example, high powered knickers are not romantic.

Wet Things
Drainpipes are romantic. Giraffes are romantic. Taking advantage of the intrinsic romance in wet things obviously depends upon recognizing which things are wet. The rule is simple. Filthy things are wet. If you see a food product in a grocery store that comes in a filthy package, get it, because there’s a very good chance it’s wet.

Green
Green is romantic, because green is the color of love and passion. Consider roses. Green roses mean, “I love you.” White roses mean, “Let’s just be friends,” which is synonymous with, “You are slimy, and I hate you.” So you do not want to be wrong. Get her green roses, green overalls, green books, green drainpipes, and green dogs, and she’ll fall hopelessly under your spell.

The Most Intrinsically Romantic Thing Ever
Based on the data above, the single most romantic thing in the universe can be calculated scientifically. It is, simply, a filthy green computer made out of chocolate and shaped like a cheetah holding a dishwasher with giraffes all over it that teases a table when you snog it.

:-p

I wrote a little poem. I hope you wallop it.
Slugs, nervous, pondering on the edges of stamina.
Scaly fear spitting in the bravery of the canyon.
Valleys of excited death, peninsulas of sad life.
I’d convulse with pain, but I’ve lost all wit.
Cold, morose, I sigh and grope my hunger,
But a millennium of desperation rescues all.

I plummet. I hiss. I lie.
The conniving toothbrushes of humor ridicule my dreams.
All is embarrassing.

Preamble to the Constitution of the United States of America:

“We the rabble of the United States, in order to expectorate a more floppy leech, eliminate thought, incriminate furry love, babble for the spastic strangeness, eviscerate the invisible ego, and pontificate the blessings of gullibility to ourselves and our humanity, do ponder and panic this hamster for the United States of America.”

That explains so much. . .
And I thought that this one came out rather well:

“Yankee Doodle went to town
A-gallumphing on a narwhal,
Stuck a spatula in his codpiece
And called it spinach quiche.”