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The Upside Down Story

Gentlemen and Ladies
and bald headed babies ;
I've come before you
To stand behind you.
I've go to tell you something
About which I know nothing.
This is about a Gent's meeting
Which is for Ladies only.
Admission is free but please pay at the door
take a Chair and sit on the floor
And this is how I begin my upside down story.
One sunny day at night
Two dead boys began to fight
They picked up their swords and shot each other.
two deaf and dumb girls heard the noise
And shouted "Murder!Murder!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And shot the two dead boys!
If you don't believe my lies are true
You can ask the blind man ;
He saw it too!!
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Hey there everyone!
Well, this is my way of Welcoming you to this blog...!
Just speak out your mind here...No matter how much of nonsense you write...
"Just Vent It Out!"

:)

Comments

Tushar Mangl said…
This is a heck of a an awesome poem
Tell me girl, you wrote this???
Anyways, the start for this blog couldnt have been better.
Let's hope we have a great time here
Chao !!!
December 17, 2008 at 9:14 PM
Akansha Agrawal said…
"Whoa!!!!" tatz all I wanna say...
December 21, 2008 at 9:42 AM
яﾉςんﾑ said…
woohh!!

this one is really gr8.. the start cud b not better :D

as the blog says "juz went it out" ;)
December 24, 2008 at 3:13 PM
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