De owl and da damn pussycat went t'see in some fine peagreen boat. Man! Dey took some honey and plenty uh bre'd wrapped down in some five-pound note. De owl looked down t'de stars above and sang t'a small guitar, "oh lovely pussy, oh pussy mah' love, whut some fine pussy ya' are, ya' are, ya' are! Right on! Whut some fine pussy ya' are." Pussy said t'de owl, "ya' elegant fowl, how charmin'ly sweet ya' rap. Oh let us be married, too long we gots tarried. But whut shall we do fo' some rin'?" Dey sailed away fo' some year and some day t'de land where da damn bong tree grows, and dere in some wood, some piggywig stood wid some rin' at da damn end uh his nose, his nose, his nose, wid some rin' at da damn end uh his nose.
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You can translate your poems into dialect - jive, redneck, pig latin, swedish chef, etc. - here.
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Okay I totally had to play with this. Killed a good 10 minutes with pure silliness.
There's an Alanis song lyric generator linked from my blog (you inspired me to find something fun and I remembered this from ages ago.)
-- Char.
I thought it was funny, too. You can change your stories into redneck stories. Ought run some academic addresses through there.
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