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Posted by Berger Roy Al on 02-09-2007 at12:00:

 

Don't fight it Josh&eccgkggkxkkkkt!! You and I are the only ones who make any sense here!!!!!

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Posted by Josh&etc on 02-09-2007 at13:05:

 

Green is the sky, flat is the world, dead is Paul.

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Posted by uvulapie on 02-09-2007 at13:06:

 

PAUL WILLIAMS IS DEAD?!@?!?

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Posted by Audiori J on 02-09-2007 at13:14:

 

He's a walrus.

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Posted by jiminy on 02-09-2007 at13:43:

 

BERGER!

hows the goo goo ga joob?

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Posted by uvulapie on 02-09-2007 at14:23:

 

I thought the walrus was Paul Bob.

Wait a minute... this is all somehow making sense.

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Posted by Berger Roy Al on 02-22-2007 at12:52:

 

TITLED!!!!!

If I
Could
Save
Time in
a
Bottle
Why the hell, exactly, would I want to do that considering the fact that there are a lot of other things that can go into a bottle, especially Windex?

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Posted by Josh&etc on 02-22-2007 at13:06:

 

More time = more time for Windex

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Posted by peawinkel on 02-22-2007 at13:11:

 

quote:

Originally posted by Josh&etc More time = more time for Windex

but less bottle room for Windex

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Posted by Josh&etc on 02-22-2007 at13:22:

 

quote:

Originally posted by peawinkel but less bottle room for Windex

But windex should go in swimming pools, not bottles, right? So after the windex is dumped from the bottle to the swimming pool, the time goes in to the bottle.


don't ask me how i know this

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Posted by Berger Roy Al on 10-11-2007 at11:49:

 

More of my Deeply Moving poetry.

(I cried when I wrote this)


Poem # @

She wept
Oh
How she wept
WHY!? I cried
WHY!!?
Thou must
tell... ... me
what I must
Do
To
Ease thy pain!
"You're standing on my foot, fatass"
She said.
As soon as I stepped off, she stopped
crying
Soon, Spring came

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Posted by sprinklerhead on 10-11-2007 at11:52:

 

That's beautiful.

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Posted by joey on 10-11-2007 at11:56:

 

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Posted by Josh&etc on 10-11-2007 at13:39:

 

I cried when I read it.

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Posted by Drtuddle on 10-11-2007 at14:13:

 

quote:

"You're standing on my foot, fatass" She said

If I had a nickel for everytime I've heard that.

Berger's poetry strums the strings of my heart

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Posted by DwDunphy on 10-11-2007 at14:49:

 

No time for a summer hggghhkkkkx
No time for the love you ggggaaagghhkk
Seasons changed and so did ghghkkkgh
You need not wonder fffhhggghhggff
There's no time left for Windex

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Posted by Berger Roy Al on 10-11-2007 at15:02:

 

Poem # &


Somtimes
I
Wonder
Sometimes I'm
a' wonderin'
'bout the phrase "bald spot"

But!
What of
The Man On The Street?
"Comes A Horseman!" I said loudly, grinning, to
The Man On The Street
He hit me
with a mallet and pushed me down into some mustard

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Posted by sondance on 10-11-2007 at15:08:

 

Must herd almonds off my sidewalk
Cucumbers off my fatarse
Mandarin wontons fill your ears
Sesame sorrows your eyes

‘scuse me while I finish my asian chicken salad gggkkkxx!

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Posted by Drtuddle on 10-11-2007 at22:32:

 

Ragweed!

I bloweth my nose and cometh forth snot
berger poetry is a bunch a Tommyrot!

wipe off the mucus with store brand kleenex
please pull berger from those California tar pits!

Jason and Eric sorry for the Lip
coolest dudes I think that I ever maybe met

Ragweed..Bomp Bomp....Ragweed..Bomp Bomp...Ragweed

Why did God create Ragweed?!

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Posted by Berger Roy Al on 10-12-2007 at09:46:

 

People, I'm sorry I couldn't "hang" (as the kids say) yesterday and "talk" but yesterday was a very emotional day for me. You see, when I write my deeply moving poetry, I'm moved deeply in a deeply moving way which is deeply moving and never fails to move me deeply.

(I just now cried when I wrote this.)