Do it for you Mama.
Do it for the Man.
Do it for the comma with the
Ticket in its hand.
Do it for your sister.
Do it for the Priest.
Do it for the Mister with the
Cotton in his yeast.
Do it for your cousin.
Do it for the State.
Do it for the dozen with the
Steeldrum in their crate.
Never mind the Mistress.
Never mind the mop.
Never mind the distress with the
Fistress in it's bop.
Slop in dop and mop in top.
Cloppidity clop and hoppitidy hop.
Namma gamma lamma
Namma gamma loo.
Nalla palla walla salla
Malla malla moo.
Please tell me what you think
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I think we're going to get along quite well, ma'am.
This is really cute, seriously, no joke.
It's fun and the rhyming is adorable.
Nuff said. -
Oh, this would be a great dig at some local joint, you know?
Smoke out the nostrils, snapping in the foreground, you, framed in black with dusty spotlight your only set piece.
Silence permeates then BOOM!
You filter this poem through the masses and they clam clap you to beatnik heaven!
Love the rhyme scheme...the beat was infectious...and the way it slowly unraveled into jibberish at the end? Fitting...
Change the title though, it gives the ending away!
~Hippie
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Like a mixture of Dr. Seuss and...something...I like it!
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Wow interesting piece i've never seen something like this. Great job very well written "Namma gamma lamma
Namma gamma loo.
Nalla palla walla salla
Malla malla moo." that was my favorite part :]]
..<3..
Shelly -
Kudos to you, dude. I always kill rhyme poetry.
Good work,
Mish <3 -
This reminds me of Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson.
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