Well dang, y'all! And here I was worried when nobody had 'answered the call' for a few hours yesterday . . . but, my faith has been restored!! I knew you'd like this one ;-) So, without further ah-doo, here are your B.L.O.B.s ---- Áine
To derrymacash for:
And with that the door opened, and filling the frame
Stood my darling husband, Hugh Divney by name
With an oath and a curse he lit on Doktor Buck
And through the room window the Doktor he chucked
And for:
You're the oracle of Delphi, with pleasure then, he squealed
The more I mooned, he nearly swooned, as more knowledge I revealed
Each dimple and each crease
Each mole on my tailpiece
Some light upon the future shed a beam
To MMario for:
But now I do not care at all , the size of my behind
Way haul away - haul trousers down
Don't ever trust the future sight
of a seer who is blind!
Way haul away - haul trousers down!
To DonD for:
Some may balk at the manner
I approach a ma-a-atter so gra-ave
But my reading would be clearer,
If your butt first you'd shave!
To Genie for:
A honeymoon
Will be coming in June.
Your stretch-marked beam
Reveals your dream
Will be coming true soon--
As I read by the moon
And for:
And if I show you mine, Doc, what a tale its warts could tell,
Just like a Rorschach ink blot in a bus stop toilet stall.
When you reach the part where the short hairs start, a gentleman, please be,
But a hero you need not.
You need not read my tush again,
Because my 'ending's' just too big to take
To mousethief for:
I just wanna read your futcha
I can feel from your patootcha
Whole life's written in these lines
It's like reading highway signs
And for:
Every time I wanna know what the future holds I go to Hamburg
There's a man with two hands who can wax more poetical than Sandburg
Cos my flabby derriere can tell this man who doesn't stare what the future holds for me
But he has eleven fingers and I'm not quite sure how that can be
AND for:
I been blind -- a long time
But my hands -- workin' fine
And I don't charge very much
I said baby come down to Hamburg,
I just wanna feel your tush
To McGrath of Harlow for:
A little behind and behold,
my hands hold a mystery untold,
I know what comes tomorrow,
so beg steal or borrow,
for a fortune in silver and gold
Way to Go, Challenge!rs!!