There was a mystery man of the night Who’s illusions were quite a sight Doctor, mafia or cop There were Easter eggs he’d drop And they’d be hidden in plain sight.
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Oh my! What zones await you, you’ll see That zones can run from A-Z.
There’s huge zones and small zones Friend zones and war, Walk zones, and chalk zones And many a more!
Duck zones, calzones, And zones where it’s snowing. Stranger zones, no parking zones, They even have towing.
And there’s a small special zone, Home to a cat Its weirdguynobodywantstotalktozone Yes, you say it like that.
And if you want, Herredy, get close to speak, You’ll see, like you, its a friend that they seek.
And that’s great you see, you're in someways the same. Because weirdguyszone Has now shortened its name!
Sir Bane, please give me a poem about(me) talking to people, friendzones, strangerzones and weirdguynobodywantstotalktozones ;-;
I'm sad
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It’s quite scary how very savory its taste is fresh outta the oven; Make haste for tasty tomato tones, fresh fromage and rounded doughy visage. The circumference seen of three point fourteen is meant to dine and be wed with wine. I’ll live my life by bread and dairy; vivere per mangiare e non mangiare per vivere.
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My father lived in Egypt; He worked the Pharaoh’s fields. Until one day, let astray, he moved a nearly vacant tomb.
A curse was cast upon his flock. His eyes they shone bright blue. His skin turned white, it was a sight. The air was filled with doom.
He left the trap with a golden arm; The hand of a giant god. “Forbidden One” an inscription read and kept it locked away.
In all the world, there have been found, Four more tombs like he found that day. A cursed son I must be to join them and summon the denied.
For when the five came together, Osiris himself arose.
I wish I had the heart to say that the world would not have died, if I had not been so deluded as to try to d-d-duel with pride.
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Two piece. Three piece. Pinstripe? Bore. Ask the classy man, which tailor and store. He’ll point you to the finest in the city, then best in the town You’ll be out with a smile when you went in with a frown.
Streamline. Bee line. New to the scene. Martini in one hand, The other has green. You can wear black You can wear blue, charcoal or grey Ties can color dance but never astray.
Dance floor. Front door. Out into the night. You are the king Your armor a birthright. Drive with a gal and leave the city lights behind. In the morning, thank your suit For treating you kind.
Gimme a kiss like that embarrassing feeling when you fall in front of a new friend. Gimme a kiss like the hot stove kisses my finger when I’m heating our pancakes. Gimme a kiss like the wind of the cold hallway kisses my wet skin after we shower. Gimme a kiss like your clothes kisses my floor despite having asked you to pick it up. Gimme a kiss like our son kissed the floor trying to skate. Gimme a kiss like the sun gently kisses the side of your bed. Gimme a kiss like the needle kisses your wrinkled wrists. Gimme a kiss like the heart monitor kisses my ears. Gimme a kiss like the kisses we said wouldn’t hurt. Gimme a kiss.
Like dew are the drops of golden grease upon her head The aroma of Roma arouses all who lie awake in bed O’famished fingers yearn for that oozey doozey flesh The fabled mess may seem to all a great délicatesse
Warned you are of the blasted night you run into her range You’re bound to end wrecked and scorn, mangled and with mange For those who fear her be the ones who always end up free Two have tried - their lovers cried, and you’ll be number three.
