mefi quote, no. 36

  The death of a comrade from gas,
Led young Owen to cry out, "Alas,
this is nasty and gory,
there's nothing of glory,
and Horace talked out of his ass."
posted by Abiezer at 6:03 AM on July 23

  This note on the fridge is to say
That those ripe plums that you put away
Well, I ate them last night
They tasted all right
Plus I slept with your sister. M'kay?
posted by unSane at 6:41 AM on July 23

  Silent melodies, ancient and terse
Sing sweeter than modern day verse
I curse my own pen,
For somehow since then
We've taken an urn for the worse
posted by Wolfdog at 9:22 AM on July 23

  You neurosis, your foibles, your hating
All resulted from your parents' mating
This abomination
Affects each generation
So above all, avoid procreating.
posted by bibliowench at 10:23 AM on July 23

  Like the night, in her beauty she strides
In the darkness her light is my guide
Her allure leaves me spent
But she's still innocent
(I'm Lord Byron, so trust me: I tried.)
posted by Pallas Athena at 10:23 AM on July 23

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