A Frosty Evening (581 hits)
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Submitted by DemoLocke (View user info) at 2004-10-29 01:18:34 EDT
Whose house this is I think I know.
He's hunting in the forest though;
He will not see me stopping here
To rob his house of all its dough.
I walk along on past a mirror
To shop without a wallet here
Between canned goods and frozen cake
The darkest smoothest box of beer.
I give his dog a violent shake
To make it sleep, for safety's sake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy cash I like to make.
The house is lonely, dark, and cheap.
But I have jewlery to keep,
And miles to ride in my new red jeep,
And miles to ride in my new red jeep.
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Submitted by Demolocke (user info) at 2004-10-29 12:29:36 EDT (#)
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No, I didn't steal this poem, but it is a spoof of Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-10-29 02:48:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Did you steal this poem???
Submitted by RapSupaStar (user info) at 2004-10-29 02:11:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
i came to be entertained, u fucked me over and made it lame
ur rhymes are weak, you passed ur peak
this time is his house, next time its yours
if you hear me come a knoccin, next mornin might end up poor
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2004-10-29 01:49:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Sorry, its probably a very good post, but I'm too fucked up to read that kind of formatting.
Submitted by Zoidberg (user info) at 2004-10-29 01:36:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I see someone likes "Ender's Game"