Come to me and gather round
I'll tell you a story that will screw off your heads
Make you surround yourself with sounds
of the dead.
Ole Ben was a tiger in a pen
He was calm and cool
He like catchin' hens
And swimming in his pool.
One day a man came
Dressed Ole Ben in a suit that was so very flashy
It brought the man and Ole Ben fame
Because his stripes and suit was oh so clashy.
Ole Ben really wanted to be a man
The man argued he was to be a cat
Ole Ben ate the man's fan
And the man gave him a top hat.
He was still a party trick
So a woman gave him a kiss
The kiss did the trick
He was a man you couldn't miss!
A place where I write stories, poems and even some excerpts that may reflect real life. Most of this work is fiction.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Be GKG
"Titrr, titrr, saw-ci, saw-ci," goes the pencil on the paper as the girl in front of the library draws. A man comes up to her and taps her on the shoulder. She turns and grins.
"Uncle Troy!" she greets him.
"How's my little devil?" he asks. It had been a long day for the both of them and they walked home down the street.
"Vivi, I want you to be generous, gracious and kind," he said. She nods and they continue walking until a beggar on the street stops them.
"Spare change?" asked the beggar.
"No cretin, leave me alone, I have no change," said Troy.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be gracious and well, he has nothing," she said.
"Okay, okay, here's a twenty. Now let's go get some supper, whaddaya want?" he asked.
"Sandwiches," she said. So he bought both of them sandwiches and they went to the park where there was a scrawny dog and pigeons.
"Rats with wings and some scraggy mutt wants my food," he complained.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you say you ought to be gracious," she said. He rolled his eyes and gave the animals half of his sandwich. Then they continued on his walk. He kicked a man into the street. At the same time a woman was coming towards him.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be-" said Vivi, right before he shot her. The woman started to run towards him and opened her mouth to say something when he shot her too. The woman turned out to be his sister. The hospital came and Vivi had a concussion and her mother had her leg bandaged. Troy was sent to prison on assult charges.
So remember, be gracious, be generous, be kind but don't annoy people while doing it.
"Uncle Troy!" she greets him.
"How's my little devil?" he asks. It had been a long day for the both of them and they walked home down the street.
"Vivi, I want you to be generous, gracious and kind," he said. She nods and they continue walking until a beggar on the street stops them.
"Spare change?" asked the beggar.
"No cretin, leave me alone, I have no change," said Troy.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be gracious and well, he has nothing," she said.
"Okay, okay, here's a twenty. Now let's go get some supper, whaddaya want?" he asked.
"Sandwiches," she said. So he bought both of them sandwiches and they went to the park where there was a scrawny dog and pigeons.
"Rats with wings and some scraggy mutt wants my food," he complained.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you say you ought to be gracious," she said. He rolled his eyes and gave the animals half of his sandwich. Then they continued on his walk. He kicked a man into the street. At the same time a woman was coming towards him.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be-" said Vivi, right before he shot her. The woman started to run towards him and opened her mouth to say something when he shot her too. The woman turned out to be his sister. The hospital came and Vivi had a concussion and her mother had her leg bandaged. Troy was sent to prison on assult charges.
So remember, be gracious, be generous, be kind but don't annoy people while doing it.
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
Talking about Ghost Peops
Fun things happen when chatting to roommates but even stranger things when talking to parents. I have this plot line that I started from dolls; it's called the Ghost People. When I showed my mom the pictures of the dolls of the Ghost People, "Oh that's the Ghost People, they been in this house all along and I never knew." I was slightly confused but I was even more confused when my father said they talked about my character, Allan, who is very interesting but I don't know why they would talk about him...
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