Hey! Apologies to my regular readers (if you exist, I have no way of telling whether people read my blog regularly or not). It's been a while (My last post is dated 27/04/12). Anyway, I am in a weird mood (not bad, weird), recently made it to the Columban Open Quiz Quarter Finals (for the second time) and lost out by a whisker (for the second time). So well I feel funny, not bad but funny. So I thought I'd write something.
Now, before I draw flak for the title, I really did spend some time thinking about but couldn't come up with anything so that's that.
I really am not sure why I am writing this or what I am going to be writing about. I am making this stuff as I go, You see I really don't know what my next sentence is going to be. No Clue, at all. You see what I am doing here? yes you do. I am clever aren't I? yes I am. Anyway let's get serious now, or wait on second thought let's not.
I am in the mood to babble. I do like talking to myself and since not many people read my blog, this is essentially the same thing. So I am just going to carry on forward. I tried making some poetry, I am not very good with that. My usual poems go somewhat like this: Click Here And You'll Find Out (Oh and yes, I like adding hyperlinks in my posts)
Oh by the way, I am currently listening to "For the Benefit Of Mr. Kite" by the Beatles.
Anyway so here's what I have so far (the Poem I mean), 3 Lines
Get it? 3 Lines?? Of course you do! Anyway I am going to make this piece as I go, (FYI This is not an Intelligent Post, You Have been warned! Proceed with caution)
O Elephants can't fly know more.And Ol' Henrietta smokes and snores.
And what do we call gangrenous dandelions.Flies so big that make lizards cryand Flying chickens are fried.
I don't know why I write the crazy rhymes.Or make paper wind-chimes.
The seasoned sailor makes a tasty dish.Just a little more marinade, and make it crisp.
And ants orchestrated WWII,Don't believe metake a closer look
And some diet water for the queen,She is counting calories.
Does the she do her counting by herself.Of Course Not, she has Seth!Seth likes to write poems that are asinine,To him working for peanuts is all very fine.
Speaking of peanuts,My Good Man, I have ever spared some thoughtOn what?Well, if ground-nuts come from the ground, where do you think peanuts are found?
Come to think of it I don't really care,O Jolly, Brostinson his here.
No He's not your just high.And by god you stink like a sty.
But wait my friend, Do wait for the message I'll send.Tell my now what does it say.
Nothing much, Just get a good shave.
But then again I digress.Elephants can't fly no more no more.
Any whatever way, When spring comes Palm trees will sway.
And the Monkeys will go for Gold.In London ofcourse.
And then Gilgamesh has devious little snakes to slay.
And caduceus will have wings and no tail.
So chumps this is it.
And really no way of getting around it.
We near the end, the end is near.
Oh a cat, a sheep and a bear.
And with I leave you to your elements.
Smite your brow in horiffic disbelief
Cause my friend
you just read THIS.
Yeah, I just wrote that. No, I didn't stop to think, edit, channel, compose or in anyway censor my thoughts.
Amogh sood signing off!!