Please, have a moment of awed silence for the breadth and scope of my rhyme. Just pretend that
the word 'plague' is pronounced 'play-gyoo'.
Friday, April 5th 2002 02:19:43 AM, from Tea Room
ague, angina pectoris, appendicitis; Asiatic cholera, spasmodic cholera;
biliary calculus, kidney stone, black death, bubonic plague, pneumonic
plague; blennorrhagia, blennorrhoea; blood poisoning, bloodstroke, bloody
flux, brash; breakbone fever, dengue fever, malarial fever, Q-fever; heart
attack, cardiac arrest, cardiomyopathy; hardening of the arteries,
arteriosclerosis, atherosclerosis; bronchocele, canker rash, cardialgia,
carditis, endocarditis; cholera, asphyxia; chlorosis, chorea, cynanche,
dartre; enanthem, enanthema; erysipelas; exanthem, exanthema; gallstone,
goiter, gonorrhea, green sickness; grip, grippe, influenza, flu; hay fever,
heartburn, heaves, rupture, hernia, hemorrhoids, piles, herpes, itch, king's
evil, lockjaw; measles, mumps, polio; necrosis, pertussis, phthisis,
pneumonia, psora, pyaemia, pyrosis, quinsy, rachitis, ringworm, rubeola, St.
Vitus's dance, scabies, scarlatina, scarlet fever, scrofula, seasickness,
struma, syntexis, tetanus, tetter, tonsilitis, tracheocele, trachoma,
trismus, varicella, varicosis, variola, water qualm, whooping cough; yellow
fever, yellow jack.
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Pick any 10.
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Friday, April 5th 2002 02:36:21 AM, from L Dopa
I'm infected with you
So cut me some slack
I feel like I'm having
A heart attack.
My heart's in necrosis
I suffer from ague
I feel like I'm dying
Got bubonic plague
Love scabies is itchy
I've got oozing sores
It's also contagious
I got it from yours
You're the bad bread I ate
You're the unlucky chance
And now I am doing
A St. Vitus' dance
My spleen's fit to rupture
I've got scarlatina
I'm begging for quarters
Down on the Marina
You gave me herpes
(Sadly, that's real)
I'm coughing with scrofula
See how I feel?
[Freestyle L Dopa] msg #174 (71 remaining) #
Posted by laura at September 01, 2002 03:04 AM | TrackBackSo glad for your rhyme
Filled with mimsy and mirth,
Glad too, that "hardening of arteries"
Got such a wide berth.
Love your website's new frock, btw.
Posted by: Steamer on September 1, 2002 09:52 PMthis is a musical composition
which I think is a remedy
to cure all the dance floors
that's empty
you wanna dance?
We got whatchoo want
Extra Salty and L Dopa
commin' atcha with a brand new plague!
(git down, git-git-git down! PLAGUE!)
Posted by: keef on September 1, 2002 11:59 PMDats some cool shit yo
But to be honest I don't know
What the fuck is.. um.. going to..
Stop.. dressing me up.. like a mailman
And making me dance for you..
While you smoke crack with some guy
I don't even know
In my dad's bed.