Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

HE SHALL SEE NO LONGER

than two inches in front of his

horns in fog like

this

[Turtle]

Epic of Gilgamesh

Tablet VI

 

the great horns of lapis lazuli, the coating on the horns two fingers thick.

He cut off the horns and filled the horns with oil,

six measures of oil, and then he offered the oil

in homage to his father, Lugalbanda.

[Queso]

Twas said long ago, Tenacious D

chopped a horn from the devil himself

and made a

bong out of it

[Turtle]

Tenacious D

aint

no

Gilgamesh.

:)

[Tarantism]

Gilgamesh, Great Fraud Hero

Epic You Are

Aragorn, Harry Potter,

not even close to par.

[Tarantism]

work or no work

all I have to say

is that words form

better when we play!

[Queso]

"One time a thing occurred to me

Whats real, and whats for sale?

Blew a kiss

and tried to take it home

 

It isn't you, isn't me

Search for things that you cant see

Going blind, out of reach

Somewhere in the Vaseline

 

Two times and it has rendered me, Punch drunk and without bail

Think Id be safer all alone

Flies in the Vaseline we are, Sometimes it blows my mind

Keep getting stuck here all the time"

[Queso]

P.s I love all of you,

Hypography.

Thank you for your collective cellular wisdom,

and your love for truth,

[Turtle]

the more flies

in the vaseline,

the fewer flies

on the melon.

:)

[Queso]

two melons

on a mountain.

 

a bounty.

a cork.

[Turtle]

gotta run,

gotta fly,

I'll be back,

and you know why.

:)

[Queso]

italics in the eye of the beholder

of the rye got infected I didn't mean it

but they made bread for the town

dead

[Turtle]

spontaneous human

communal bursts

of

creativity.

:)

[Loricybin]

there once was a limmerick named hank.

to be honest, it was quite frank.

it was crammed in four lines, which fit him just fine,

as his content would sink like a tank.

[Loricybin]

oh, that's how it works.

so basically,

we care for eachother.

is that it?

[Loricybin]

monks who

dunk like

trunks of

funk, yo.

[Loricybin]

i was misled-

to the land of the dead.

the memories stick,

they make me feel sick.