“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
It's such fun singing Songs of Doom Here in Blogger's Romper Room Intoxicating more than Meth Is the foetid Breath of Death. 'Tis wondrous to behold the Sighs Accompanying our Demise! Gabbling here in Romper Room Makes joy in contemplating Doom! More fun even than coition Is the constant opposition! Harmony is oh-so boring And doubtless soon would see us snoring! Life for some sans sneers and sniping Would be reduced to weak shrill piping!
It's such fun singing Songs of Doom
ReplyDeleteHere in Blogger's Romper Room
Intoxicating more than Meth
Is the foetid Breath of Death.
'Tis wondrous to behold the Sighs
Accompanying our Demise!
Gabbling here in Romper Room
Makes joy in contemplating Doom!
More fun even than coition
Is the constant opposition!
Harmony is oh-so boring
And doubtless soon would see us snoring!
Life for some sans sneers and sniping
Would be reduced to weak shrill piping!
~ Anne Imus in Mourning
We're in the Globalism end-times. What will replace it?
ReplyDeleteFeliz Navidad!
ReplyDeleteBuon Natale!
ReplyDeleteJoyeux Noel!
ReplyDeleteGod Jul!
ReplyDeleteFroeliche Weinachten!
ReplyDeleteY'all have Kewel Yule, heah?
ReplyDeleteChristmas songs!
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ReplyDeleteYou say globalism like it's a bad thing. :P
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should have *spit* after I said it?
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