...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
Three poems by Randy Jackson, via Popwatch:
Yo, yoYo, yo.
Yo, yo.
Amazing, amazing.
Loved the jacket.
Loved you.
Amazing.
Yo, baby, ElliottYo, baby, Elliott
So check it out, dawg
Elliott
So check it out, man
I hated
Check it out
Did not like the arrangement
Yo, Taylor, manYo, Taylor, man
I don't know what's goin' on, man
I don't know if it's me tonight or whatever
But dude, that was completely the wrong song
For me
For you
I didn't get it
It wasn't half as good as the original
It felt like weird karaoke to me
I don't know what's happenin' here
I don't know what's goin' on here
Even Paris Bennett Gets the BluesI felt like it was kind of a struggle
For you to find that place
Where you own the stage
Like you always do
Week after week
Dawg! The tub
is too hawt!
Turn it down!
Before my brain melts.
Too late.
The lights turn on;
From the west, harsh critic's wind:
So check it out, dawg.
Hey!
Though I'm not a big fan of irrelevant comment postings, I just wanted to remind you that International Weblogger's Day is coming up on June 14th! Be sure to spread the word.
Thanks once again,
Rio
http://www.chronicled.org/intlblogday
Posted by: Rio on May. 18, 2006The Abdul one is oddly compelling...
Posted by: Hugo on May. 18, 2006Barbarians, the lot of 'em. I like the creativity though, nice job folks! Clap it out now...
Posted by: Scof on May. 18, 2006Speaking of pumpkins, here's a little treat from NRO's John Derbyshire, which I'm apparently obliged to post here at Annika's site every year or so:
A certain young hillbilly bumpkinLet's just consider this episode 34. Posted by: Cameron on May. 18, 2006Was caught having sex with a pumpkin.
When arrested he swore:
"What's all this fuss for?
Where I'm from, it's okay to hump kin!"