"Why I am leaving Lit." A poem for my light purple muse.

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Oh lavender lopped off my hand, my hand,
Oh, lavender lopped off my hand.
I was reading a story, one hand on the keyboard.
(The other? Use your imagination)
When my light purple friend hack'd it off with a long sword
So I did scream with much exclamation,
"Lavender! How could you?! (I whimpered and cried)
One's is no good with out the other!"
Tears of sympathy twinkled in her eyes --
Then she promptly whacked off his brother.

Oh lavender lopped off my hands, my hands,
Oh lavender lopped off my hands.
Now I type with my nose tho not very well
But I'm doing the best that I can
"Lavender, help! I can't see to spell."
(she replies) "Then, dear heart, let me give you a hand!"
I glanced up just in time, for she aimed for my head,
Instead, she clean sliced off my nose.
I have the strange feeling that she wants me dead.
Tho why I don't really know.

Oh lavender lopped off my nose, my nose,
Oh lavender lopped off my nose.
Now I can only use my tongue to write,
(I'm certain she won't lop off that)
While I composed this sentence, she slipped out of sight
But has now returned with a rather large bat.
"Please lavender, please! I don't understand!
Why this violent brake in decorum?"
(she said) "You've been on lit for an hour, you beast,
Now it's my turn to post on the forum!"

Oh lavender killed me, she killed we quite well,
And very dead I now be.
Oh lavender killed me, she killed me quite well,
Which is why you shall not see me.
 
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I'm confused

So internal affairs knew they were being set up all along?
 
I've been waiting for someone on this board to use "lopped" in a post.
 
why have yu been waiting for that Laurel?

:p
 
i think i used "lopped" once. i lopped something off a troll, if i remember correctly.

if not, then i should have!

:D
 
Re: why have yu been waiting for that Laurel?

Siren said:
why 'lopped' ?

Because it's so expressive.;)

So Loreena Bobbit-like:eek:
 
True, no one liked my poem. However, a hundred years after I'm dead someone will stumble upon my collection of manuscripts and collect and publish them.

The world will know me as a fragile artist whose beauty was so great the harsh, modern world could never appresate it. I will be admired as the master I am.
 
It was beautiful, it sort of reminded me of a cross between Van Gogh's Scream and Salvador Dali's watch thing.
 
That's it. Just have the screamer holding a light purple sword and wearing thigh high patent leather boots and you've got Never's poem!
 
You know Killer, I typically avoid judging other's body parts since I've always considered it slightly egotistical but I'd just like to comment that I'm quite fond of your new avatar. You really have a lovely, er, package.
 
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