NaPoWriMo #2

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Believe me, I'm not a total freak. Just a bit of silliness. =P

My computer flies over the ocean,
My computer flies over the sea,
The internet was not connecting,
So bring back YWS to me!

My crimper flies over the ocean,
My crimper flies over the sea,
I look like a freaking poodle,
So bring back my straightener to me!

One sister flies over the ocean,
The other sister flies over the sea,
One ate the last pork chop,
The other one kicked me in the knee!

I'm a lot stronger than I look,
I've been working out.

When you have muscles like mine,
There is no need to shout.

Life can get annoying,
Especially for a person like me.

I'll just throw my troubles over the ocean,
Watch them fly over the sea.
Knock kock!
Who's there?
Naked cowboy!
Naked cowboy who?
TOOTHPASTE!!!




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Oh, lovely. The first sounds like me trying to get on today. It just did not want to work for some reason! ;)

Delightful. These were quite amusing. I didn't quite understand what the last lines referred to... Are they part of another well-known song, or are they just you writing things?

My big critique would be the stanza about your sisters. It just seemed really awkward and the syllables didn't really fit in with the tune unless you extended them weirdly.

A little random, but I still liked it. :D Good luck with your NaWriPoMo!

*thumbs up*

~GryphonFledgling
I am reminded of the babe by you.




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Oh.....I like.
from far off I see the waves
The ocean....
And the sea......

^ <
great I don't know what to say ...(other than that^)
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.

“This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him only lacks a cover.”
~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights