Pooesie #10

Alecrine alecrine by moiles
because of you
it cry my oiles.
Oh my love
who have telled you
that the floure of the mount
was the alecrine?

Alecrine alecrine doirated
that borns of the mount
without being semeated.
Oh my love
who have telled you
that the floure of the mount
was the alecraine?

Cronick #1

Well, as you already musted have realised, we are here in a blockage humoristic. I feel very bad over that. Ispecially because that we created very high expectactivations over this blog. But I want to annaunce here that the principals responsables for this are the teachers that keep us o-ass-pied with stupid tests and homeworks that don't interess even to the God menaine. Well...
Props for the people and for the dames of if-well. Love!

Stupid song #2

Alcides Little-chicken was a man of word.
Religous and, from all, the bigger.
Baptism feite, comunion and casament.
Never forgotten on the road of the Sir.

Assidue to misse, catholic and crent.
Soul divine and coraiçon leal.
Never tired in confess and get comungued.
Done all to free of bad.

His wife was Fátima of name.
And for he her soul was pure.
But in the village, all already knew
That she don't pass from a miserable creature.

Wasn't saint and much less virgin.
While Alcides was in the confessionary,
Rediming humildly from the pecades,
She encorned he, in house, with the vigary!

Oohhhhh, so much persons enganated.
Oohhhhh, for the Bible sagrated.

First Mandament: Will love to God above all stuff,
to the next like to yourself.
Sixth Mandament: Will keep castidity.
Nineth Mandament: Won't cobiçate the woman of the next.

Religious, man of word,
Alcides Little-chicken was a true crent.
Bad knew that his wife cheated him,
Was passed and has given a vipe from repent.

Is told in village that was out of him.
Closed in the house from less than six days.
And only at sixth is that he exited for the street,
Dirty and bardade, bradating heresays.

The habitants, teming his rave,
Judging is Alcides abadlissoated,
Didn't arrisqued, mantained at distance,
They limited at follow him with careful.
And like that went in a specie of corteje,
Testify the crim of that anti-christ.
Alides Little-chicken pegued fire at the church.
And then run away and never was seen!

Oohhhhh, so much person enganated...

Stupid song #1

He grew...
Grew up to be grew up to be
A boy called 'Brian'
A boy called 'Brian'.
He had arms... and legs... and hands... and feet,
This boy... whose name was 'Brian',
And he grew,... grew, grew, and grew
Grew up to be.


Yes, he grew up to be
A teenager called 'Brian'
A teenager called 'Brian',
And his face became spotty.
Yes, his face became spotty,
And his voice dropped down low
And things started to grow
On young Brian and so
He was certainly no
No girl named 'Brian',
Not a girl named 'Brian'.


And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed,
A man called 'Brian'
This man called 'Brian'
The man they called 'Brian'
This man called 'Brian'!
[crash]
Ahh!

Dedicatorie #4

This dedicatorie goes directment to the man that is on the esquerd in the foto. This man, his name Alex, has just consumed the primere cazament gay in lands of that ceegue guy that lived in the Age Half and wrote poems to encante the ladys. This unkown-sex guy has fastidly enter for the pages of the history in Portugal. As in 1910 the Republic was planted and in 1974 the ditature of Olive Salaizar was aruined, in 2003 Alex and Rodrig (an ilustred desunknown) gave the knot to enter to the history of Hermano Saraive. To the pidgeons a well has!