He doesn’t understand Binary
He runs off of human energy
He uses most normal words
Except paradigm and synergy
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Some may call him a robot
To me he’s just a guy
But when the robot revolution comes,
I’ll probably be first one to die
May-Wine Note-Taker,
could be characterized as glad
She sits there scribbling notes so quiet
and makes us feel so bad
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She always sits so quiet
No, she doesn’t like to talk
She eats a simple breakfast
And for lunch, a celery stalk
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Her last name, she says, is Nyi-Nyi,
I don’t know that too be true
I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced “Note-Taker”
Which [...]
You’re a tall glass of water to drink
You think that your poop don’t stink
Dr. Grinols might be smitten
With the rhymes that you’re spittin’
But, in my rhythmic quicksand, you’ll sink
There was a boy named Swanny,
A skinny lad was he
He thought himself a poet;
A better one than me
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His vocab is horrendous
His lexicon truly sucks
He can’t complete a sentence
Without a “bulls***” or f***
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I recommend a thesaurus
You might like a dictionary
Instead of flapping you jaws around
Like a mouth with dysentery
I recently gave a eulogy at my grandmother’s funeral. I know it’s kind of a downer but if you would like to know how I saw her, please click on this link:
http://rileye.wordpress.com/2008/03/04/reflections-on-a-good-woman/