How to Make Moana Mine
“Twist!” and I’ll shake and you`ll sing just for kicks
Dabslash and glidepunch. Light strong, free and bound.
Roll with the steps if you can`t press the flicks.
Float with more quick if you’re wringing the ground.
“Croak!” and you’ll harken and bend at the hips.
Check out my secret and slip me some jive.
Make a frog happy to kiss on the lips.
Carve up my pumpkin and Prince up my ride.
Put on a show, I’m your number one fan;
Hang up the puppet and string me along;
“Baby, I love you!” “You isn`t my man!”
“Get off the stage” gongs the gong of your gong.
Or I could say “Moana – buy you a drink?
I think you`re neato. Now what do you think?”
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2 comments:
This sounds like you're on drugs. I liked the filthy hippie poetry much better!
Fair enough, but don't you like the grandather one?
Fine... here's another filthy hippy haiku:
Busking clown sock thing
wailing outside the food court
makes me toss my lunch.
I aim to please... But be careful, or I may well turn my haiku wrath towards good conservative people next!
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