- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
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- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- 1000 -0300 Arizona time
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, post-apoc, science fiction
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While out a-sailing one day in a sloop
I was hit by a missile that made me droop!
It smelled so fishy it gave me the croup!
What was it, you ask? It was pelican poop!
CHORUS:
Pelican poop! Dripping off my head!
Pelican poop! Smells like something dead!
Pelican poop turns my heart to lead!
O Pelican poop! Boy was my face red!
So I got off the boat and my heart hung low
I looked and I smelled like a freakin' freak show!
My face was all twisted, and chunks did I blow
Um... lions and tigers and bears! Oh no!
Pelican poop! I can only write
So much about something so smelly and white!
So sticky and gritty, its presence a blight
I'm stopping this now; it's getting too trite!
(Folks, these lyrics have no reason to exist.)
I was hit by a missile that made me droop!
It smelled so fishy it gave me the croup!
What was it, you ask? It was pelican poop!
CHORUS:
Pelican poop! Dripping off my head!
Pelican poop! Smells like something dead!
Pelican poop turns my heart to lead!
O Pelican poop! Boy was my face red!
So I got off the boat and my heart hung low
I looked and I smelled like a freakin' freak show!
My face was all twisted, and chunks did I blow
Um... lions and tigers and bears! Oh no!
Pelican poop! I can only write
So much about something so smelly and white!
So sticky and gritty, its presence a blight
I'm stopping this now; it's getting too trite!
(Folks, these lyrics have no reason to exist.)
