dedicated to fools & mavericks of any kind ...
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A sad nightingale
Despises those kinds of ale
That may become stale
Drinking the stale ale
Makes him cry, howl and wail
And all around pale
So the nightingale
Avoids all kinds of stale ale
And doesn't howl and wail
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A musical phrase
Wants to erase
Words of praise
And feelings they raise
She deems them harmful
Fearful, hateful and mournful
Shameful and wailful
They should be hated
And language thus expurgated
Must be high-rated
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A right-minded hare
All of a sudden became heir
Of the late dog's hair
He asked a wise mare
If to sell it for a chair
Would be right and fair
She says it is rare
Having nowhere any pair
And is worth to spare
But the prudent hare
Only wants to buy a chair
And doesn't need dog's hair
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Two hairs of the dog
Living in the empty bog
Created a weblog
But in deserted bog
There is nothing to weblog
Except one old clog
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Taking a shower
He regained his former power
And escaped Tower
But undercover
Eating too much fresh clover
He lost that power
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A wild spook of straw
For whom I once used to draw
Eats the meat but raw
Cooked meat makes him crawl
And like some Southern man drawl
On the urban sprawl
Though he did not grow
In suburb but in a grove
Where the male rooks crow
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An old husk of corn
Who was once a star of porn
Now cries in self-scorn
His heart is quite torn
Thinking of day he was born
To his mother corn
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I got sclerosis
From avitaminosis
Eating but wild roses
I have tried to cure
With a dose of horse manure
Because that's for sure [*]
To my surprise
Instead my vitamins' rise
I turned into fries
[*]
http://www.getlyrics.com/frank-zappa/rhyming-man-lyrics/
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The Bearer of Light
Has all of us in his sight
Which is clear and bright
Later in his pit
- And no one can escape it -
We'll be less than spit
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A curious clover
Decided to discover
Who holds real power
A rusty shower
Means that those with true power
Sit in the Tower
Watching the Tower
The clover sees no power
But a landrover
Through her telescope
She sees small people, piece of rope
And one microscope
Deemed to be corrupt
The project has been scrapped
But she feels trapped
In her next project
She has chosen as an object
The Buddha's subject
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The Master of Flies
Who under conscious minds lies
Tells but horrible lies [*]
There's no possible way
How to make him run away
He's with us to stay
[*]
He lies on the fries
And also about the tries
He lies on the cries
He lies on the wise
And also about the flies
He lies on the rice
He lies on the spies
And also about the skies
He lies on the lies
...
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A slice of butter
Who lives in a wide gutter
Is struck by stutter
His wife a shutter
Mutters against his stutter
Which can speech clutter
There's no remedy
So he takes role
Of mad mole
In a comedy
He became a star
At least in the nearest bar
Which cured his mind's scar
Even his shutter
At present stopped to mutter
Against his stutter
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A neat slice of bread
Is afraid of every tread
He says it's a dread
His current phobia
Is worse than xenophobia
Or some dystopia
Even horse manure
Although otherwise for sure [*]
Did not provide a cure
There are plenty of cures
For others but not for his curse
Means his shrink's nurse
[*]
http://www.getlyrics.com/frank-zappa/rhyming-man-lyrics/
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A tremendous crate
Would like to evaporate
And raise her heat rate
Turned into vapour
She would fly straight to Bospor
Without bad stupor
Asia and Europe
From the clouds' cover would pop
Waiting for her drop
Is there inventor
Of such heat generator
- Evaporator ?
The answer is no
She would rather become snow
As far as I know
There's no actor
Until some fusion reactor
Becomes real factor
So frustrated crate
With no way to evaporate
Sustains her heat rate
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An old-fashioned chair
Spent all her life in despair
That she has no pair
She is so unique
As some sober beatnik
Or the first sputnik
She doesn't care a bit
To become an exhibit
And wants to scrap it
From her spare nylon
She will make an exact clone
Not to be alone
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A bear and a hare
All the time continue to stare
On a pretty mare
It annoys the mare
Because such a constant stare
Is nothing like fair
But the lusty pair
Maintains they just like to stare
On her pretty hair
As far as they care
She does not need to be bare
Before constant stare
She took them to court
Looking for the law support
To end wicked sport
The judge's verdict
As anyone may predict
Was but short and strict
They must be detained
And their lusty stare must end
Which is what she meant
