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Helene Potier wrote: I might just start boasting to people, "I've been told I have a finely developed poetic sensibility, you know. Oh, yes, it's true."
Helene Potier wrote:
Whoever in the world has such fun as we?
Not the chanters and grov’lers who just cannot see
That life has more bite and much less disaster
When we just sit back and munch on our pasta.
We never make war (we loot a little, sure)
For the life of a Pirate has such allure!
We all get along and let all the rest
Take their time to know Monster knows best.
We never shove our religion down throats
We do not bleat orders like stupid old goats
And we have no collection box there on the shelf
If I want some money, I’ll plunder myself!
FSM forbid that you might feel forced or obliged to be creative!... when his divine tentacle of inspiration descends, then you can take up your pen for the cause!Helene Potier wrote:haha, no, i'm totally out of inspiration. if you want to add a last bit, thats fine, but i'm all poem-ed out (more turning nouns into verbs! I think ill call it "verb-ing".)
I'm just glad you were the first to suggest we stop. i might do my own Monster's Prayer, but i havent though much about it yet.
Helene Potier wrote:Keep on with all your poeming!
Helene Potier wrote:title, title... An Ode to the Meatballs?
A Praise of the Pasta?
We Are Not Worthy to Eat of Your Pasta (But We Will Anyway)?
how about, simply, One Meatball, Two Meatballs?
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