| The Speech Page!!!!!!!!!!! |
| The things with cinnamon are yummy. They sit well in my tummy just like gefilte fish. They sit & sit & sit & sit. Fishies are really smelly. I lift my shirt to show my belly, isn't it so pretty? Let me sing you a little ditty I like to fly like birds sitting in their little curds, being oppressed by Islam and your mom I like plumbers in the sack, but only if they drool on my back. |
| Speech Poetry |
| A fish likes to eat fish. Fish is his favorite dish. With fish, he drinks lots f milk, and wraps it full of silk. And yells for a new appliance, as his old one became compliance, for your mom is very crazy. I pick for you a daisy from the faraway meadows full of handsome beaus. Give me an apple pie that I can eat with my Mie that sits so lonely upon a hill, and eats grapes waiting to kill. |
| "I'm a kill you dead!" cried Dick Cheney in a voice that was heiny. I ran away like a flash, although in his head I left a gash. But now he's dead with a gruesome head. The world is rejoicing 'cause the savior they're voicing really truly is fake, and it eats stake The leaves are purple. If that won't satisfy you, maybe a burple. Grapes are wonderful fruit but the effort is moot. |
| There once was a girl from St. Paul who was filed with much gall. She shouted at her parents, who made her run errands, far away into that city across a stream filled with moss. I walked into a tree and then got stung by a bee, so I ran home across the street, so good old St. Paul I could meet. And said to your mom, for you I am wrong and to you I belong. Why don't we sing a song? |
| My brother is a little nit. He never could just sit. I hate him through and through. I wish to make him into a brew. Oh, I wish I were happy. I feel so horribly crappy, wishing I were a purple fish or dancing in a dish. I like to eat pears but only in fox's lairs. Eating pears is good for you even if it's worse than screwing a Jew. Not that I'd complain because then I'd be lame. |
| A fish, it seems, has no appetite. It also doesn't know how to fight. Emus know how to fight, but they need socks. With socks, they can even fight a fox. Without socks, they get lost in the woods, and get beat up by groups of hoods. But that's okay 'cause I'm full of hay. Whey is very good, so I go back to the woods to find more yummy fish and whey. But, I say, what the hey? My hair is getting out of hand 'cause it plays so much like the band. |
| This is the page where all the speechy stuff is posted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| National Geographic is evil, setting the world into upheaval. A true picture destroys the sky but only if it tries to fly. I don't like trees with frogs, and I hate bushes with dogs. But I have a cute kitty cat, and I'd never hit it with a bat. I always change it's kitty litter just like a baby sitter who sits on the babies but they give her scabies because they are also evil like the nasty bull weevil. |
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