MarcO Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 In Saratoga Springs by Marc Olszewski When I gazed into your bleary eyes In Saratoga Springs I could see another dimension beyond. The song of a man Drunk on cheap American beer Stuffed with the dreams of the innocent And barbeque sauce. "Andre! Andre! Andre!" cried the heavens as though they knew I had to die to be reborn. And an angel touched my brow And wiped away the boozy sweat. And I did glow. How could a sunset be more beautiful? How could a dog's smile be more sincere? How could a donut have a more perfect hole? How could a grape have more juice? You jammed your nozzle into me and filled me with your gas I choked for days on your fumes and belched the filth of your sweet sweet lies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Velvet Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 Loud and in your face, Attitude and brooding angst; A one man rock show. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freeker Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 You jammed your nozzle into me and filled me with your gas I choked for days on your fumes and belched the filth of your sweet sweet lies. BOOOING!!!/That's the rumour!!!/Get a room! :: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Low Roller Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 (You're Polish too MarcO? We should combine forces and take over this place Bialy Orzel style...) A Poem by Low Roller Ub dub dub, Booche in a tub. He partied all night, He partied with all his might, And now Lynn made him wash away that grub. the end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave-O Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 A haiku, co-written by Yoda: We played some guitar, Why I had to move so far? Yes miss him I do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave-O Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 And another... He won't visit me, Only Phish he'll drive to see Maybe next summer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 You guys are too sweet......... What is love? What is this longing in our heart for togetherness? Is not the sweetest flower of love have the fragrent aroma of fine fine diamonds? Does not the wind love the dirt? Is not love not unlike the unlikely not it is unliken to? Are you with someone tonight? Do not question your love. Take your lover by the hand and release the power within yourself. You heard me: release the power and tame the wild cosmos with a whisper. Conquer heaven with one intimate caress. That's right don't be shy: whip out everything you got and do it in the butt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Davey Boy 2.0 Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 To Booche When I think of the times we’ve had together You in your dress and that boa of feathers; When I stop to remember the good times and bad I know our love’s not just a passing fad And though I know your wife doesn’t like the cross dressing I see that too as a mixed blessing For that glint in your eye in days of yore Really shook my being to the core Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freeker Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 Andre By Freeker Manilow I remember all my life Rainin' down as cold as ice Shadows of a man A face through a window Cryin' in the night The night goes into Mornin', just another day Happy people pass my way Lookin' in their eyes I see a memory I never realized How happy you made me, oh Andre Well you came and you gave without takin' But I sent you away, oh Andre Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin' And I need you today, oh Andre Standin' on the edge of time Walked away when love was mine Caught up in a world of uphill climbin' The tears are in my mind And nothing is rhymin', oh Andre Yesterday's a dream I face the mornin' Cryin' on a breeze The pain is callin', oh Andre You came and you gave without takin' But I sent you away, oh Andre You kissed me and stopped me from shakin' And I need you. This is ghey :: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms.Huxtable Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 Old hippie with many crazy hair styles and a voice that can be heard for miles upon miles Your screech is like a beakon that guides my way This has got to be the place, I can hear Andre! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 A pinch in the ass Swirling 'round: nothing to see Booche fake-out again Aloha, Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hux Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 Andre Booche Bouchard, I haven't seen you in a month, We're the children of the funk god, Preachin' love and gettin' down, We're gonna stop in every nation, Our mother ship just touchin' down, Nothing rhymes with month. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Velvet Posted July 15, 2004 Report Share Posted July 15, 2004 A Analogy Based On The Subject Of Andre Bouchard In Modern Abstract Verse Form written by Todd Snelgrove ©2004. Fi Re Crac K Er ! (?) ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Low Roller Posted July 16, 2004 Report Share Posted July 16, 2004 Shut your mouth you friggin bastard It's time that I showed you who can drink faster. Put your hands in the air, Wave them like you just don't care~! Put your arms down, Don't be shy, Speed Stick isn't rare~! yo yo yo I iz the controller yo yo yo you iz the bawler. I'm so drunk now this poem sounds cool, It's time to unleash that band you old fool!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted July 16, 2004 Report Share Posted July 16, 2004 big ups, low roller... big ups... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Low Roller Posted July 16, 2004 Report Share Posted July 16, 2004 Shut your mouth you friggin bastard It's time that I showed you who can drink faster. Put your hands in the air, Wave them like you just don't care~! Put your arms down, Don't be shy, Speed Stick isn't rare~! yo yo yo I iz the controller yo yo yo you iz the bawler. I'm so drunk now this poem sounds cool, It's time to unleash that band you old fool!!! What the hell was I on? :: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blaze-0 Posted July 16, 2004 Report Share Posted July 16, 2004 Not to big, Not to small, Just the size of MONTREAL Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted July 19, 2004 Report Share Posted July 19, 2004 Booche, oh Booche, Why are you so aloof? Why can't i touch your tush? Let's go get some barbecue and get busy. *co-written by Raphael De La Ghetto Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted July 20, 2004 Report Share Posted July 20, 2004 You want poetry MarcO? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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