Allerdings, aber auch irgendwie nett nostalgisch mit den beiden Klassikern. Wer kennt die denn heute noch.Weltalltag-Man hat geschrieben:(** Eigentlich schon wieder viel zu einfach, oder)
Lyrik-Eck'chen
Moderatoren: hessen-wohin, General Amnestie
Re: ...
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Wile E. Coyote und Schröder? Wohl kaum einer. So, nochmal das Knabberpotential etwas austarieren...nett nostalgisch mit den beiden Klassikern. Wer kennt die denn heute noch.
Fahren wir nun weiter fort:
erst ein Klepper-Zugangswort
dann die Symbiose von
Stimulus/Entledigong
Es floss, es tropfte, strömte, lief-
spärlich jedoch (nicht knietief)
Jetzt noch ein Befehl: das Korn
fängt jetzt eine, ganz enorm!
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched.
I will not buy this egg, it is hatched.
I will not buy this roof, it is thatched.
I will not buy this nicotine, it is patched.
I will not buy this bus, it is crashed.
I will not buy these cookies, they are batched.
I will not buy this glove, it’s unmatched
I will not buy this fish. It is catched.
I will not buy this vagina, it is snatched.
I will not buy this baby, it is trashed.
I will not buy these boobs, they are flashed.
I will not buy these potatoes, they are mashed.
I will not use this spice; it is dashed.
I will not use this gate, its latched
http://failblog.org/2008/11/10/dear-abby-fail/
I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched.
I will not buy this egg, it is hatched.
I will not buy this roof, it is thatched.
I will not buy this nicotine, it is patched.
I will not buy this bus, it is crashed.
I will not buy these cookies, they are batched.
I will not buy this glove, it’s unmatched
I will not buy this fish. It is catched.
I will not buy this vagina, it is snatched.
I will not buy this baby, it is trashed.
I will not buy these boobs, they are flashed.
I will not buy these potatoes, they are mashed.
I will not use this spice; it is dashed.
I will not use this gate, its latched
http://failblog.org/2008/11/10/dear-abby-fail/
"Alle Kinder der Klasse 3b sind doff! [sic]"
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Apropos Netz-Lyrik, falls sie's noch nicht kannten, eine launige Raben-Variante:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour.
"'Tis not possible," I muttered, "Give me back my cheap hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "404".
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour.
"'Tis not possible," I muttered, "Give me back my cheap hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "404".
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Neulich an der Ecke
Stolz hopst die Krähe über Straßen
und wirft ihr schwarzes Aug' auf mich
und schaut in mich ganz fürchterlich:
"Mit UNS, mein Mensch, ist nicht zu spaßen!"
(denkt SIE! Hopsende Krähen sehen ja so was von peinlich aus!)
Stolz hopst die Krähe über Straßen
und wirft ihr schwarzes Aug' auf mich
und schaut in mich ganz fürchterlich:
"Mit UNS, mein Mensch, ist nicht zu spaßen!"
(denkt SIE! Hopsende Krähen sehen ja so was von peinlich aus!)
- Prof. Adorno
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Der Frühling
Frühling, das ist die famose,
burschikose, atemlose,
Gier nach Metamorphoóse
wenn im Radio von Bose
gut geordnet oder lose
viele gänzlich tadellose
Songs zum Thema Farn und Moose
oder auch nur Cellulose
als Metapher für das bloße
Jucken in der Unterhose
spielen und die große
Schnupftabaákdose
der Natur sich öffnet:
Denn dann knallt's!
Gott erhalt's.
Frühling, das ist die famose,
burschikose, atemlose,
Gier nach Metamorphoóse
wenn im Radio von Bose
gut geordnet oder lose
viele gänzlich tadellose
Songs zum Thema Farn und Moose
oder auch nur Cellulose
als Metapher für das bloße
Jucken in der Unterhose
spielen und die große
Schnupftabaákdose
der Natur sich öffnet:
Denn dann knallt's!
Gott erhalt's.
Ich bin gut informiert. Ich weiß viel. Ich habe viel Material.
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Update
I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched.
I will not buy this egg, it is hatched.
I will not buy this roof, it is thatched.
I will not buy this nicotine, it is patched.
I will not buy this bus, it is crashed.
I will not buy these cookies, they are batched.
I will not buy this glove, it’s unmatched
I will not buy this fish. It is catched.
I will not buy this vagina, it is snatched.
I will not buy this baby, it is trashed.
I will not buy these boobs, they are flashed.
I will not buy these potatoes, they are mashed.
I will not use this spice; it is dashed.
I will not use this gate, its latched
I will not buy this updated computer programme, it is patched
I will not take this man, he is attached.
I will not eat these browns, they are hashed.
I will not do this rhyme, it is suck.
I will not buy these pumpkins, they are smashed.
I will not use this car, it’s been crashed.
I will not touch those genetals, they’re rashed.
I will not buy this vase, it is smashed.
I will not buy Amy Winehouse, she is trashed.
I will not buy this corpse, it is gashed.
I will not buy these Bridges, they are Nashed.
I will not post this comment, its time is past.
I will not use this WoW, it is patched.
I cannot find my weed, it’s been stashed.
I will not listen to this band, it is Clashed.
I will not use this encryption key. It is hashed.
I will not rock this casbah, it is Clashed.
I will not eat these browns, they are hashed.
I will not use this cow, it is crosshatched.
I will not accept your check it is cashed.
I will not walk this line, it is dashed.
I will not buy this firewood, It’s been ashed.
I will not buy this tire, it is slashed.
I will not contribute to this thread, it is crass.
I will not buy this alcoholic, it is smashed.
I will not eat this lasagne, It’s mashed.
I cannot use this tire, it is gashed
I will not buy this stereo, it is muted.
I will eat these brownies. They are hashed
I won’t pass this VD, it’s been catched.
I will not reply to this incredibly long thread. It is fail’d.
I will not wear this outfit, it’s mismatched.
I will not buy this fail it is wrong.
I love this song, I will thrash
I will not buy this slave, it is lashed.
I will not pay for this hooker, she was smashed.
I will not buy this computer; it is crashed.
http://failblog.org/2008/11/10/dear-abby-fail/
I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched.
I will not buy this egg, it is hatched.
I will not buy this roof, it is thatched.
I will not buy this nicotine, it is patched.
I will not buy this bus, it is crashed.
I will not buy these cookies, they are batched.
I will not buy this glove, it’s unmatched
I will not buy this fish. It is catched.
I will not buy this vagina, it is snatched.
I will not buy this baby, it is trashed.
I will not buy these boobs, they are flashed.
I will not buy these potatoes, they are mashed.
I will not use this spice; it is dashed.
I will not use this gate, its latched
I will not buy this updated computer programme, it is patched
I will not take this man, he is attached.
I will not eat these browns, they are hashed.
I will not do this rhyme, it is suck.
I will not buy these pumpkins, they are smashed.
I will not use this car, it’s been crashed.
I will not touch those genetals, they’re rashed.
I will not buy this vase, it is smashed.
I will not buy Amy Winehouse, she is trashed.
I will not buy this corpse, it is gashed.
I will not buy these Bridges, they are Nashed.
I will not post this comment, its time is past.
I will not use this WoW, it is patched.
I cannot find my weed, it’s been stashed.
I will not listen to this band, it is Clashed.
I will not use this encryption key. It is hashed.
I will not rock this casbah, it is Clashed.
I will not eat these browns, they are hashed.
I will not use this cow, it is crosshatched.
I will not accept your check it is cashed.
I will not walk this line, it is dashed.
I will not buy this firewood, It’s been ashed.
I will not buy this tire, it is slashed.
I will not contribute to this thread, it is crass.
I will not buy this alcoholic, it is smashed.
I will not eat this lasagne, It’s mashed.
I cannot use this tire, it is gashed
I will not buy this stereo, it is muted.
I will eat these brownies. They are hashed
I won’t pass this VD, it’s been catched.
I will not reply to this incredibly long thread. It is fail’d.
I will not wear this outfit, it’s mismatched.
I will not buy this fail it is wrong.
I love this song, I will thrash
I will not buy this slave, it is lashed.
I will not pay for this hooker, she was smashed.
I will not buy this computer; it is crashed.
http://failblog.org/2008/11/10/dear-abby-fail/
"Alle Kinder der Klasse 3b sind doff! [sic]"
Peer Fettpo
Peer Fettpo
Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
SIe haben wohl?
"Diese Zustände werden wir nicht weiter hinnehmen - gegen diesen Haufen kann man sich ja kaum mehr auf der Straße blicken lassen!"
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
"Alle Kinder der Klasse 3b sind doff! [sic]"
Peer Fettpo
Peer Fettpo
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Kaiserschnittchen, Flugautos, Babykerle werle werle!
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W-Wörter
Wo und wann und wie und wer,
was, warum, wohin, woher,
Wurst und Wein und Wasweissich,
Würmer, Weihnacht oder nicht,
wenn wer wilde Wollust will,
muss er ficken.
was, warum, wohin, woher,
Wurst und Wein und Wasweissich,
Würmer, Weihnacht oder nicht,
wenn wer wilde Wollust will,
muss er ficken.
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Reiseimpressionen
Ich komme grad von Mindanao,
ein Luftloch, schwupps ..., im Ohr Kakao.
Das Ohr trinkt mit, so sagt mir der
weise alte Philipper.
Die wissen, wie man trotzdem lebt,
wenn auch die Luft herum mal bebt.
Jetzt gehts nach Tampa, Ef-El-A,
ich kaufe mir ne Villa da.
Dann weiter, Buxtehude wartet,
der Nacktscanner bemerkt was Hartet.
Nein, Geldrolln sind nicht in der Hose,
die Schöne denkt, ich wäre bose.
Vertraun ist gut, Kontrolle auch,
sie fühlt mal nach, das soll sie auch.
Jetzt komme ich von Tampa her,
ein Luftloch, schwupps ..., im Ohr Likör.
Endlich nach Haus, was will ich mehr,
ich nehme mir den Kopfhörehr.
Die Mucke ist Mist - mit Verlaub -,
das macht doch nix, denn ich bin taub.
ein Luftloch, schwupps ..., im Ohr Kakao.
Das Ohr trinkt mit, so sagt mir der
weise alte Philipper.
Die wissen, wie man trotzdem lebt,
wenn auch die Luft herum mal bebt.
Jetzt gehts nach Tampa, Ef-El-A,
ich kaufe mir ne Villa da.
Dann weiter, Buxtehude wartet,
der Nacktscanner bemerkt was Hartet.
Nein, Geldrolln sind nicht in der Hose,
die Schöne denkt, ich wäre bose.
Vertraun ist gut, Kontrolle auch,
sie fühlt mal nach, das soll sie auch.
Jetzt komme ich von Tampa her,
ein Luftloch, schwupps ..., im Ohr Likör.
Endlich nach Haus, was will ich mehr,
ich nehme mir den Kopfhörehr.
Die Mucke ist Mist - mit Verlaub -,
das macht doch nix, denn ich bin taub.
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Also ich habe nur die erste und letzte Zeile gelesen, aber wenn die sich schon mal nicht reimen, dann kann das Gedicht doch überhaupt nix taugen!
Hab ich recht?
Ja, ich habe recht.
Hab ich recht?
Ja, ich habe recht.
"Alle Kinder der Klasse 3b sind doff! [sic]"
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Re: Lyrik-Eck'chen
Also bitte, Herr Stalking Eel; ich freue mich über diese, im aus der Ferne verschwommen bekannt vorkommenden Duktus verfassten Zeilen.